In the beginning, there was the Word.
Holmes isn’t interested in courting a merry gang of inferiors, be they guys or gals. He certainly doesn’t want to convince some woman that she’s stupid unless she gives up her thinly-scripted life to follow him. He likes his women like he likes his adversaries—cunning, challenging, rare …. and equal!
Think workshops, open mics, and other forms of collaborative art, all slated to happen right after our amazing features conclude, including a rare open mic. Be there at 2 p.m. to sign up!
Maybe part of it is that I have a strong female side, and don’t associate with a lot of the rough-and-tumble of my male author counterparts. And maybe part of it is that I simply like women and want to hear stories about them, even if they’re coming from me. In this case, though, I can use Amy’s photo as an excuse, because this boogie-ing gal clearly needed a narrative.
After taking a hiatus in February due to Zine Fest and utter exhaustion, we’re back with a vengeance for March.
ATTEND! Listen to readings by authors, real authors, people souls haven’t left their bodies and swum down the snaky pipe at the base of their own toilets rather than cling to the monster who birthed them.
… compelled by the spirit of Dadaism, our literature/poetry/memoir/erotica/essay/rant event is now called “A Rrose in a Prose.”
I gotta figure out next month’s lineup very soon–feel free to let me know anyone you think might fit the bill!
A phantom razor blade, as big as the Jolly Green Giant, was chopping lines and pushing them against the sides of the sidewalk in front of him as he walked to school.