Say "Santa Fe" with a Lisp

Hey anybody who's reading our blog! Malka here. I had my first reading in the snowy desert oasis of Santa Fe, NM last night. In all my weird head-cold glory, I made it to Backroad Pizza (where all the queer events take place) and got through my fifteen minutes. Lisp is a monthly queer and trans cabaret hosted by the incomparable Cooper Lee Bombardier (formerly of the Bay Area as well). There were some hysterical performances last night. And I'm so glad I could go first! (My poetry may have seemed a bit too awkward a segue between the two tranny guys performing a George Michael video and a tranny woman showing us all the possible uses for a post-op "dead dick.") I read some old and some never-before-read-in-public pieces. Most appreciated was the poem to a hated co-worker in the voice of an eighteenth century Romantic poet who happens to work in a low-paying retail job in 2004. There was a local reporter there asking questions about Lisp and taking some pictures. He took one of my poems, so I'll try to put up a link if any article comes of it. All in all, 'twas a fun night that I wish I had been a tad more coherent to enjoy. I'll write some more soon about Lorca, Ghost Girl, and the little book on writing just out by the new poet laureate. Bye!