Whan that Aprill with his shoures soote / The droghte of March hath perced to the roote

Hi.

I have new material. I don’t know if it’s really any good, although it got a few chuckles at a few poetry open mics, if that counts for anything, got damn it.

This Friday night, I’m back at Jammin’ on the One, also informally known as JotO, to do another short spoken-word set in front of the improv folks. You can be there too, if you want. Just show up at the Arts and Letters Club downtown, ring the bell, and then take the elevator or the fancy-shmancy stairs to the third floor. When you see the free chips and pretzels and all the silly improv people, you will know you’re in the right place.

Also, I wrote a few new theatre reviews. I invite you to read them, with all the audacity of a classic review-reading-inviter. Click here for that.

And now… do you believe in fairies?

No you don’t. But here’s the 1960 TV broadcast of Peter Pan, with Mary Martin, on glorious colour videotape. I haven’t had a chance to watch the whole thing, but I hear it’s super-politically-incorrect.

So long and thanks for all the ghoti.



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