I had a great time reading at The Village Jester Restaurant & Pub tonight. We live all of three blocks away, so I grabbed a music stand and a handful of poems, and Val and I walked there through a balmy May night. In addition to being a great hangout and gathering place, The Jester also pours a strong Rose's Lime and soda.
The open mic was remarkable for the raw, authentic nature of each piece. And, special bonus, my father read a poem as well--something he hadn't done since he was nineteen, and read at an open mic prior to the feature of a different Robert--Robert Frost.
Many thanks to Tree Bernstein and The Jester for bringing good people to a good spot to share some poems. I can't think of a better way to start the week.