Friendship in liminal Vegas.

"Amber Delenda Est"
© 2026 exile on twain street | richard powell

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For a moment the red mist clears, and I can summon my voice on the topic of the Battle of Minneapolis.

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Bitchslap Joshua

A poem by me about expecting too much of a succulent.

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For many years at the far south end of the Las Vegas Strip there sat a retro-charming motel fronted by a small sculpture of a pink elephant called the Diamond Inn.

A few years ago, having earned more than its share of notoriety, the Diamond Inn was forced to close.

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Anything can happen during the week as long as the Poetry Promise workshop happens at the end of it.

From today: the answer to the question, ‘What happens when the guy with the answer is too busy partying with the question to give a shit what you’re asking?’

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Vegas is

“A / Sweven of a poker chip ploughman busted out.”

This is about wondering why my strange city exists, and in finding an answer finding something that seems eternal about mankind. We love our Dionysian no matter how it de-individuates us or lets our community down.

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Joshua Trees, for reasons of seniority if not symbol, demand to be approached with reverence.

But what happens if you’re too lost to find reverence?

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More poetry of the refugee.

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Curbs and gutters and grace and Vegas are endlessly blendable ingredients in my easy bake oven of verse.

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Vegas dances to its bad beats.

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