Poetry Reading

Wednesday evening brought Roger Wolfe to Malaga.  Wolfe, born in England but raised in Spain, writes in Spanish, though he has published some in English.  His work has received a good amount of favorable critical attention.  It was an enjoyable reading, but certainly not for someone who needs to feel his or her spirits lifted.  He read several very brief poems for a small, but appreciative audience.  It was tremendously windy as I was walking home after having some tapas with Teresa Garcia Galan and the students in her poetry class, so much so that I felt like I was being carried right through the tunnel underneath the Alcazaba.

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