The year of the flaming horse has given us a Valentine’s Day Weekend for the girlfriends, the wives, and the sides, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, 13, 14, 15. A fiery eclipse follows and then, restraint. Father Abe demands a fast. Or not. The Gadfly remains unblessed and in perpetual limbo.
But before the festivities, a reading and a show—Old Flings @ Avenue A, a lovely host to the gin and tonic standing bar order. Alas, I’m again popping this bartender’s cherry and paying full price. But I arrived pre gamed after a private viewing. The Gadfly is also a muse.
Madison Murray is always a delight. Exciting delivery. Sexy vibes. Poets that know what it means to come (and how to format a tercet and project their voice) is a welcome change to the monotone drone of those that only know how to snipe online.
Recommended reading: Petit Mort Mag, Baby Zine, My Gaping MassHole
