So often I feel like I’m tightrope-walking above a gator-filled swamp while the world keeps chucking rotten watermelons at me, but these Flapperhouse readings make me feel all swaddled and warm. Like a birdhouse in my soul, you might say.
We’re having our 25th (!!!) one of these tomorrow night to launch our Fall issue, and there’ll be poetry & music & voodoo & telepathic football-playing dogs & on top of all that we’ll be raising funds to help immigrant families in need of legal assistance.
If you’ll be in the NYC area, feel free to swing by. I’ll be your little glowing friend, your blue canary in the outlet by the light switch, watching over you, filibustering vigilantly…
Joseph P. O'Brien 