I *heart* a woman who knows how to wear the right shoes with a kick ass skirt. Please, please come to Seattle, Land-0-Birkenstocks (those crimes against feet) and fleece vests and hats with flaps, and read. I'll wear my pink cowboy boots and read with you.
Poets with dignity? Since when? ;)
ReplyDeleteThe vision of you in that skirt standing alongside the spray-painted wall is, well, delicious.
ReplyDeleteYou're looking really good these days! And I enjoy your poetry tremendously, too :)
ReplyDelete- An old flicker of a flame -
I *heart* a woman who knows how to wear the right shoes with a kick ass skirt. Please, please come to Seattle, Land-0-Birkenstocks (those crimes against feet) and fleece vests and hats with flaps, and read. I'll wear my pink cowboy boots and read with you.
ReplyDeleteMichael -- Yeah, poetry isn't very dignified when you're rolling around in the dirt with all those... words.
ReplyDeleteMickey Z. -- Delish? Thanks!!! (blushes)
Anonymous -- there's thin between not leaving your name and stalking. I'm just saying.
Rebecca ---
I would so, so love to. But there's a little problem of cash and time. Plus, if I read with you, I'd be completely overshadowed!!