"Alas, laid on the grass how small, how insignificant this thought of mine looked; the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water so that it may grow fatter and be one day worth cooking and eating. I will not trouble you with that thought now, though if you look carefully you may find it for yourselves in the course of what I am going to say." -Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

New Orleans Reading 1/12

January 6, 2013

Come hear me read from Whatever Used to Grow Around Here alongside some awesome NOLA poets. Also, this poster rules:

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