January 25, 2011 § 2 Comments
Especially this morning when I have found here in Boulder a coffee shop that doubles as a poetry book store. I sit here with my latté surrounded by everyone from Yeats to Yvor Winters, three shelves of Pablo Neruda, Mary Karr and Ray Bradbury. Ezra Pound‘s complete Cantos are sitting there staring at me, waiting to set off little cherry bombs in my mind.
I break off the ice and apologize to myself for not writing.
Innisfree Poetry Bookstore and Café
1203 13th Street, Suite A