Word Salad: WINTER

"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'"
- Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass

Three storytellers. Ninety minutes. One dish of haphazardly tossed words. Hosted by internationally touring storyteller phillip low and, like a honey barbeque bacon ranch chicken salad with balsamic vinaigrette (and a double-shot of whiskey straight-up), happy to cultivate the illusion of being part of a healthy literary diet.

While we may come from many different creeds, parties, and philosophies, we are ultimately united by one thing: that once a year, our state makes a concerted effort to murder us. Refusing to be murdered this particular month are Tim Wick, Michael Merriam, and Maggie Ryan-Sandford!