Wednesday, February 19, 2003
My writing class is having a public reading, if you’re into that sort of thing.
It reminds me of that New Yorker cartoon. There’s a man standing at the front of a plane with a gun in his hand. He says, “Don’t panic, I just want to read some of my poems.”
A Clean Well-Lighted Place for Books
601 Van Ness Ave (next to Opera Plaza Cinema)
San Francisco
(415) 441-6770
Saturday, March 8, 2003
7 pm
