[logcabinrecluse]

it was good.

byron read from his upcoming novel.

christina carter had a poem about her wishes for surf guitar music but not surf guitar as it's commonly known.

charles i-forget-his-last-name-and-maybe-that's-not-his-first-name-too read about neal cassidy's adventures in autos.

thurston's stuff revealed where a lot of his lyrics came from - longer prose/poetry pieces.

elisa was a little hard to hear at times and was something about a couple and lottery numbers.

richard hell read a great piece and touched on sadness. he seemed like a really humble dude.

obviously, i'm not a reviewer/critic.

#7 was available at the reading.

it rained afterward and i went to gray's.