Many thanks to the Blue Door Café and Doug’s vegan peanut butter rice krispy treats that made a lovely evening possible. I opened with CA’s “Frank saw a giant eat a park bench” because I liked to think that we were about to tiptoe past the metaphorical uterus of poetry and hear nine voices cry out. Or something. I arranged the nine according to who I would most like to sleep with based on superfluous criteria such as Seattle being the romanticized birthplace of grunge. I may or may not be kidding.
Kendall's reading for 9 poets 9 cities
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Many thanks to the Blue Door Café and Doug’s vegan peanut butter rice krispy treats that made a lovely evening possible. I opened with CA’s “Frank saw a giant eat a park bench” because I liked to think that we were about to tiptoe past the metaphorical uterus of poetry and hear nine voices cry out. Or something. I arranged the nine according to who I would most like to sleep with based on superfluous criteria such as Seattle being the romanticized birthplace of grunge. I may or may not be kidding.
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