For me, the last high point of National Poetry Month was Sunday's workshop at Doyle's with Ron Goba and the group I've come to call The Usual Gang. Here are some pictures I secretly took and quotes I recorded from yesterday's get-together.
"What the hell's a handshake?"
Ron, just before pulling me to a hug.
"What're you patting me for? What am I a dog?"
Ron to Prabakar less than five minutes later.
"Thing is, you'd have to be Prbakar to write shit like this."
Ron unwittingly writing the pull quote for Prabakar's future book.
"Maybe the spearker s feeling sorry for himself."
Ron on his own poem.
"See all that shit reflects craft."
Ron once more.
"What the hell's a handshake?"
Ron, just before pulling me to a hug.
"What're you patting me for? What am I a dog?"
Ron to Prabakar less than five minutes later.
"Thing is, you'd have to be Prbakar to write shit like this."
Ron unwittingly writing the pull quote for Prabakar's future book.
"Maybe the spearker s feeling sorry for himself."
Ron on his own poem.
"See all that shit reflects craft."
Ron once more.
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