Twas another Transpoetic night at the Global, with Tippy, the ladies who serve us, and four who came only to dine, Raisa and Iggy, Treesong and Kathy, Doyle and Susan, Erich with a big red beard, four from Metropolis, one from Cape, Hugh and two whose names escape. Tabitha came back. Led by Zack,wine in hand, we toasted the muse. More subdued, we, in these winter days, unable yet to fill the shoes of those gone but with us still, await our new cordless microphone, carry on in Carbondale, City of Poets. Old DRV raised a chant of PO-ET-TREE to Joe and DHT, to Charlie Hope and Charlie P., to Rachel and Erin, to Cheeze, to EZ and Sharpy, Karthic and Kevin, to Stefan and Jenn, to all the women and men, who oft brought tears to our eyes filled our ears, and thrilled to our hearts, there in memory and spirit. Spring comes and with it new attention to drama and detail, a new microphone and a return al fresco to the G-spot garden. New voices come, as new students find us and nights bring out old friends once again. We pledge anew to open sign-up at 8:30; to begin now sharply at nine, lest our time and endurance run out before all of our voices are spent. See you all on March tenth. At NINE, poetry WILL begin. Bring a friend. Let us fly again...at the Playground.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 06:48:42 +0000
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