08.23.04

Another fun-filled night at the Hole. We were called by the "fickle finger of fate" this time, along with nods to vociferous volunteers. A bunch of new-to-the-venue people got up and read. I read three new poems; one about SUV-driving, cell phone-yapping, suburbanites, another about ravens, and the last about how much I miss Hato-kun.

Raven.

Morrigan-bird

Flying night

Death rider

Thief of light

Undertaker

Avian Ulysses

Flying coyote

Albion's saviour

Bold, craven

Onyx raven.

Dang. Does anyone have any wisdom about controlling line breaks and spacing in HTML? That stuff's pretty important in poetry. Should I make a table and nest it? Waugh!

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