|Posted on Sunday, March 30, 2008 - 10:37 am: |
One of my great memories of Cobb's is thats where I did my very FIRST public poetry reading.
Ron Allen was heading up Horizons In Poetry and he got me to read.
I remember my knees were shaking so bad I could barely walk
Lots of other Cobbs Memories too. Lyman Woodard, Griot Galaxy, just dropping in on a hot summer day to have a beer and shoot pool...ah yes..
|Posted on Wednesday, April 02, 2008 - 5:17 pm: |
I can't imagine that you could have been weak in the knees. You were always so poised and gracious, no one would ever have suspected. I'm glad that you found your courage.
|Posted on Wednesday, April 14, 2010 - 8:17 pm: |
cobbs was the lighthouse from the perils of its surroundings. an oasis in the midst of broken lives among a sea of drowning dreams. the arts and artist at cobbs the only life preservers in a world of forgotten works