Time to defrost. To recover what got lost beneath the snow or has been hiding beneath mounds of cardigans. Is summer a one way ticket to something better? Is it red and overheated? Is it bright? Come share with us, at the Summer Slam!
Tell me about the sun
(DON'T MAKE ME) FALL FOR YOU
Sweater weather. Love-me-love-me-nots falling like leaves, on tanned sidewalks. Whispers of what's to come.
Come whisper to us, at the Fall Open Mic.
It's snowmen and mistletoe. Cookies turned to reindeer and hot chocolate enough to warm brittle fingers. Footprints in the snow, like dinosaur tracks to a new year.