Advanced heckling

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So I asked the audience at Speaking Crow to pretend to be an angry mob. Because I thought it would make my friends laugh. It turns out that I was laughing too hard myself to take a good pic. Oh well...

I read Poetry Barter Project poems and had people join me on stage where appropriate: Julie Kentner read the lists in "Fire Baggage," one of three poems I wound up writing for her, and host poet Steve Locke read the interstitial bits in "For a sheaf of grape leaves."

It was a fun evening....