Evangelism Is Not Poetry
As with most Monday nights, I was at Elixir Tea House waiting to host the poetry circle, as I’ve done for more than two years now. Since many of my poems come in the form of songs, I was picking away on my guitar when the two young men stepped from the hallway and gestured their approval. One of them asked what kind of guitar it was.
“Takamine,” I said. “Her name’s Georgia. Do you play?”