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Pioche, Tonopah, Winnemucca: the only reason I know I wasn't dreaming when I passed through these places is that I've bought gas in all of them

I never buy gas in my dreams

Only in life 

La Sirena Sings

WELCOME TO

MY WORLD

 

My poetry inhabits the space between ethnicities and borders, genre and gender, love and loss, glamor and spectacle, and draws on my forty years in the music business

               Nidal
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Woven through the static
the certainty of longitudinal migration
an encoded secret
that defies logic
bucks the slipstream
of fluttered wing
and brings me back to you
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