I guess you can call this the literary equivalent of a selfie. Continue reading
I guess you can call this the literary equivalent of a selfie. Continue reading
The Dig‘s Poetry Night + Drunk Poets’ Society = Probably the most appropriate double dip Continue reading
No, I haven’t, but I’ve heard the synopsis from a few different people, and it sounded too tragic and beautiful to not see it tonight. Continue reading
It’s a Found Footage Festival vs. Found Magazine live-duel! Continue reading
If there’s anything I’m certain of, it’s that both traumatic events and alcohol make it even more crucial to hear strangers’ life stories. Continue reading
After all, each word here has the potential to aid someone in saying something they may not be able to say without this medium. Continue reading
When all is said and done, I’m happy to go along on his journey, and I’m so glad he remembered to pack the steel pedal. Continue reading
I don’t know why some drinks lead the imbibed to become more philosophical than others. Continue reading
“Most poems make me feel stupid, like they’re trying to say something just for the sake of making me feel that way.” Continue reading
Drunk Poets’ Society in Dixie: Don’t Ruffle My Feathers! Continue reading
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