Mollusks grew shells, homes, and stayed inside for millions more years, sometimes daring to stick a foot out, footing around for food.
Feeling like a mollusk? I recommend Brenda Shaughnessy's The Octopus Museum. Our Extreme Book Club will be meeting with her to discuss this wonderfully funny, dark, excruciating, furious collection of poems the evening of Wednesday, May 27. Expect a conversation that leaps from disability:
Before health insurance there was health, a pre-existing condition before the weird paper-cut-on-the-neck had you eventually getting around in a wheelbarrow pulled by a gentle mule named Sinister. Sure it's metaphoric. Also true.
And what if we lose the car? Running on some side road to--Pennsylvania/airport/Atlantic/evacuation center/relocation camp/as yet unknown. Trying to buy a blow up raft for four people. Can't take the wheelchair.
With a tidal pool of points between. Please join us! All are welcome. Contact me if you'd like an invitation.