It's that time of year—my second—where I get all misty-eyed for Small Press Traffic's Poets Theater, wonder who's playing whom and who'll be in drag, who in next to nothing, who'll sing off-key at the end of Kevin's play.
Only this year there is no Kevin's play, but an intriguing bill of '80s Poets Theater "revivified." Move that Grand Piano, Stan: tonight I'd give a bicuspid to pixelate in.
UPDATE: Pics up at Stephanie's Flickr.
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