… On September 15, tired as I was, I made my way to KGB for a poetry reading, and as soon as I got there, the atmosphere of the place began to resuscitate me. It was going to be, and … Continue reading

… On September 15, tired as I was, I made my way to KGB for a poetry reading, and as soon as I got there, the atmosphere of the place began to resuscitate me. It was going to be, and … Continue reading