I'm reading. Poetry. In public.



I know what you're thinking: You don't write poetry.

I know!

But I did. I wrote some poetry. Because this is going to be a great event. And I would love to see you there. Truly love it.

To sweeten the deal...I will have gifts (until I run out).

Here are the details:
Polestar Reading Series
Doolittle : Poems Inspired by the Pixies' Epic Album
Sunday, May 1 2011
5 PM
CAKE SHOP 152 Ludlow Street, NYC
DOOLITTLE Reading Event on Facebook

Here's a selection from my piece:

I saw the Pixies with Steph at
the Houston Summit.
The sharp scent of weed,
like the good sexy musk of a
lover's underarm,
and our collective
breath and bob,
and the pulse of the
hard noise, those
cannon-thunder, bass-
drum booms, strong
and persistent, the
dull thud of it against us.
Like fists, and sharp hips
boring down.
The sweaty brows and carnal sounds.
Erotic smells and
the wet Houston heat
that always found its way into
every inside place.
The way it covered us, and blocked
out everything else,
and put us squarely
in that moment that
felt dark, and illicit, and good.

And Black Francis singing:
The Devil is Six.
The Devil is Six.
The Devil is Six.

Hope to see you on May 1st!

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