silver tongued devil

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege┬áto feature at the Rimes of the Ancient Mariner performance series. It’s a monthly evening of fantastic forms of poetry, pressed into a microphone at Identity Bar and Lounge hosted by The Ancient Mariner, a captivating storyteller/poet. This was an extra special evening since two of my favorite humans were just a few feet away from me as I poem’d and uke’d. They brought the scent of mountains to the sky-scraped NYC air.