Category: Salsa Dancer

  • Two Salsa Poems by Joshua M. Hall

    Random Saturday at Salsa   No more docs for half a year, nor loves till who knows when.   But there’s always room to dance through abyss’ gift of emptiness.   And if nothing else be creatable ex nihilo, let there be swift joy   between last week of sorrow and next week of sorrow.…

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