At every single one of Anne Overstreet’s poetry readings, I sit there in a mix of amazement, wonder, and joy that I have the privilege of being more than just a fan.
Tonight, she knocked out another crowd of poetry listeners with some of her graceful, generous poetry. In this city of poets who tend to be angry, bitter, excessively and narrowly political, and obsessed with sexuality, Anne’s works are examples of grace, eloquence, beauty, and mystery. They turn my eyes upward instead of downward, and they sensitize my spirit instead of hammering into stone.
It was a wonderful evening, and I thank everyone who turned up to support Anne at the Victrola. You were a great crowd, and made the evening as enjoyable for Anne as it was for the rest of us.
Special thanks to Amber, the brains behind the poetry journal called Cranky.