i’m not quite sure how it came to me, it just d been kicking this one around a bit for a while. first, really, because to write this way struck me as the loveliest of thoughts, to write this way – manual typewriter before me, another person’s idea as both seed & fire.
my first night would be at a local wine stroll here in berkeley, at a little store called twig & fig, the doors open late & the counter for serving tastes in branded glasses. twas the perfect stream of the perfect sort of people, mainly there for the wine, filling up my tip jar for stories & poems at their demand.
twas a beautiful thing, that momentary connection, watching my patron/s read what i wrote them…
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