Mike and I met my friends Anthony and Tack (nickname, a clever one at that) at Red Sky, the oldest open-mike poetry reading on the West Coast. I wasn’t too impressed with any of the poets, including the featured reader who brought her harp along. Seriously. There was one poet who should have read for 1-900-POETRY. She read in a deepened phone-sex voice and talked about lovers and fairies, which I never thought went together. In any case, I thought the four of us were by far the best. Anthony and Tack were hilarious and my man was brilliant as always. Two people stopped me on the way out and told me I had talent. Sometimes I wonder about poetry, if I could really focus on it in grad school… my poetry is definitely stronger than my fiction… Decisions, decisions.
February 20, 2005 · By · Leave a Comment