Our assignment, which we chose to accept, was to sling ink about Copper Star Coffees Poetry Series setup on the third Wednesday of every month. We hoped the tattooed stud pouring our mud would spill the beans about the upcoming assonance-shaking and alliteration-popping, but hells bells! its the best-kept secret this side of Booze Pigs Chaucer collection. The busy young woman juggling an espresso and a savagely pink frosted pastry screwed up her face and said, vaguely, The girl in charge is in my class, but I cant remember her name. So while there seems to be a sonnet czar, have no fear about reading exquisitely personal bon mots, because the joys of self-expression, comfortable couches, and free Wi-Fi await you at this cool Melrose District hang. Oh, wired words of wonder, bespeak!
Second Thursday of every month, 2009