Coffee cooling by the phone, bluegrass telling a story. As Hitler said, the bigger the cow - the more people will milk it. Regarding ghosts. I have never seen a kingfisher, nor a metabolic bat. Lost in the menagerie of geometrics. The screech of the needle - lullaby. Drowning on Pacific Avenue. Patrick's punctured vessel sinks below love's waves.
|The original host of SpokenWord raises Patrick from the dead.|
A lesson too late for the learnin'.
|Au Chat Noir, last week|
Kate's blog - Boomslang Poetry
And finally - if anyone out there who knows how to take a good photo will volunteer to come and get some good pics and put 'em up on facebook there's free drinks in it.
SpokenWord every Monday
Au Chat Noir 76 rue Jean-Pierre Timbaud
Sign up in the bar from 8pm
Poetry starts downstairs 9pm