Just back from the Asylum.

My dear friend Seren was wonderful as a feature. Great erotic stuff, especially the series of short poems she included accompanied by guitarist Danielle.

The open mike was dull as dishwater, frankly. I’m getting too old to sit through stuff like this.

The open suffered most because of twenty four readers, only six were women. Women are writing the most interesting stuff in the scene right now, and they aren’t showing up amid the testosterone barrage that is the Asylum of late.

I hate this. I haven’t been in for a month and it felt like a horror show. I need to read somewhere regularly in order to edit my work, and SPEAK doesn’t happen often enough for me to make it do that duty. The Asylum is home, always will be; but I may need to relocate for a while.

More on this all later.