Ahem...just for the record, I am not now, nor have I ever been, Canadian. Although I do applaud their love of doughnuts.

So an interesting thing happened on the way to the reading...
An Afternoon of Poetic Debauchery somehow combined with No Tell Motel and created a gigantic poetical monster now known as The Afternoon of Poetic Debauchery in The No Tell Motel!

Thank you to everyone who came out on a beautiful Saturday afternoon and supported poetry instead of enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. You can do that later.

Thanks to The Four-Faced Liar for letting us sully their good name, and thanks to the No Tell Motel readers, Shafer Hall, PF Potvin and Reb Livingston. Somehow a great afternoon was made even better.