My wife and I just returned from a poery reading at the Flood Fine Art Center. Four great poets read their work. All I can say is… heavy, man, real heavy.
Had to cut out early because morning comes early when your one of the maniac Americans traveling this weekend. If you’re on 95 heading to NYC look for me… I’ll be cussin’ out drivers in Old English; Geoffrey Chaucer style–thou dryve as if the develes on thyn ers.