son of a pony
Last night I went to a live reading, the “son of a pony” open mike, at Cornelia Street Café. A few highlights: Many poems about Hurricane Sandy. Heard an echo of Emily Dickinson in...
Last night I went to a live reading, the “son of a pony” open mike, at Cornelia Street Café. A few highlights: Many poems about Hurricane Sandy. Heard an echo of Emily Dickinson in...