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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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