Hanoch Guy and Anne Kaier were the featured readers last night. Anne treated us to some flash fiction, a prose poem, and poems in free verse that led us all into her inner rooms. Her work is always well-crafted, but the tone these particular selections seemed very interior to me, making my time with her more intimate intimate. Hanoch has a new chapbook out, The Road to Timbuktu, which is a poetic road map of his interior and exterior travels. He invented an island of cinnamon, and took a trip to Treasure Island (every boy’s dream!). He built a bridge, or at least walked across one, from the Galapagos to New Jersey. Hanoch’s travelogue was packed with sights, sounds, smells, and the feel of cloth. I felt as though I could reach out and make sand angels in the desert.
I didn’t know what to expect when I paired Anne and Hanoch for this reading, making the satisfaction afterward doubly sweet.