It's 7:30 on a Sunday morning, but my partner and I are already up, dressed, and swigging hasty sips of coffee as we pack a pair of typewriters, a long card table, two chairs, and a cigar box filled with business cards into the car. We are heading to Brooklyn to write poetry. We'll be in Williamsburg, setting up pop-up style, on Bedford Avenue and South 4th Street in front of a salon, whose generous owners are permitting us to occupy the valuable real estate that is their storefront sidewalk. We...
It's 7:30 on a Sunday morning, but my partner and I are already up, dressed, and swigging hasty sips of coffee as we pack a pair of typewriters, a long card table, two chairs, and a cigar box filled with business cards into the car. We are heading to Brooklyn to write poetry. We'll be in Williamsburg, setting up pop-up style, on Bedford Avenue and South 4th Street in front of a salon, whose generous owners are permitting us to occupy the valuable real estate that is their storefront sidewalk. We...
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