She Adds a Little Cinnamon
SHORT PUMP, Va. — It has been threatening to rain all day. I write threatening, as if the sky is a big man with puffed-up chest and wild eyes staring down and shouting, “I’ll fucking do it. I’ll fucking rain on you.” The occasional drizzle is spit flying from Big-Man-Sky’s mouth.
Reading at Boogaloos Bar & Grill
RICHMOND, Va. — Because most of what I’m writing and reading these days are poems in the form of toasts or anti-toasts, it adds a little something extra when people have a drink in their hand. When I get to the “raise your glass” parts of the toasts, people can actually raise a glass.