We started our fourth year splendidly: a packed room, an appreciative crowd, and four stellar writers.
There were so many great moments, more appearing in hindsight. Chris Marstall reading an essay about a local film projectionist, the mic failing him, Chris not batting an eye when I asked him, “How do you feel about projecting?” the pun only sinking in (for me, at least) the day after. Reyna Clancy, soft-spoken, hypnotic, telling us about bees and strippers and ghosts and kings. Myfanwy Collins starting her reading with two words: He died. And then there was William Pierce, for whom I have no words, but he had enough for both of us.
Watch the videos. Photos below (thanks to Randolph, as always, for taking them). I love this series with my whole heart.
Chris Marstall reads an essay.
Reyna Clancy reads poetry.
Myfanwy Collins reads fiction.
William Pierce tells a confessional tale.
See you in July, lovelies.