It was great to be back at the Bell Arts Factory, which is once again in full swing on the last Saturday of each month. Mary Kay Rummel read thoughtful and at times soulful poems from her newest collection, The Illuminations and Doris Vernon again brought cookies. New (to me anyway) this month was a Walt Whitman podium, with uncle Walt himself emblazoned on a pink triangle and broad leaves of grass made of painted wood sprouting from the pedestal base. I found out the Erotic Poetry Benefit, which I was too sick to attend, got a great write up in the VC Reporter. Finally, some press for this awesome community. The crowd was, as always, enthusiastic and eccentric. Poetry thrives here on the mid-coast.
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