Went to a local cafe to hear poets read their work aloud tonight. Drew my coffee while I listened, listened while I drank it, and listened some more. The range and depth was phenomenal - and I am still hearing intonations, feeling the heat of metaphor, tasting a tomato, seeing an earwig in the sink. So many images - swirled with good caffeine and then time talking with friends afterwards. If there's a place in your community where poets read - go! Treat yourself. The world may be slightly different for you afterwards.


Lovely, lovely, lovely - the drawing and the words.

I feel like I was there. Earwig in the sink. . .

Wonderful! I like the foam especially. Your sketches are so inspiring!

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