Post-New Year Update: Sorry for the lag, ladies and fellas.

I got busy with that whole "Christmas" thing. This update should have happened a week or two ago, but it didn't. I'll fill it with a lot of pictures to make up for my huge mistakes.

We had another packed out reading - this time we had about 40 people try and squeeze in. Unfortunately, a few people weren't able to squeeze in and had to sit it out in the other room. As far as problems go, this is a great problem to have (I mean, COME ON, since when did 40 people come out for a damn POETRY READING?). However, I'm sorry nonetheless for I hate for people to make the effort to show up and not be able to hear everything. Thanks everybody for making it work and having so much enthusiasm.

Here's a couple snapshots:


Adam Mitchell getting ready to read. Lizzie Dieter being judgmental.




Adam Rzepka - the sexiest poet of all.


Sara Kennedy - the other sexiest poet of all.


Jon Desjardins opened the night up for us.



What a bunch of cool-lookin' dudes.






I'm planning on another reading for late January. Details aren't hammered out yet, but the one big change is that we're going to use a microphone from now on. With the crowds being so large for the last two readings, it's too hard for most poets to project loud enough (Adam Rzepka not included. Good work, buddy.)


So far I have one poet set for reading. I'm looking for three more. Get at me, dogs.

A lot of my energy over the next month is going to be spent on the blog. I hope to make this more than just a place for me to ramble on about the readings and upcoming events (though I sure do a good job.) I've been speaking with a few blog masterminds, hoping to usurp their powers for the good of all mankind. With any luck, this blog will start expanding within the next couple of months.

So hang tight everybody. Thanks for being a part of something really extraordinary. Allow me to reiterate: most other cities around the world would have hard time getting 40 people to come out for poetry that isn't, like, damn Maya Angelou or something. I don't know what is going on exactly...but I like it.