Geffrey Davis + Bourbon in a Small Gold Glass
Dearest beloved—you're back just in time to hear us chop it up about the ethics of writing (and publishing) work about family. And have a beautiful chat with beautiful poet Geffrey Davis.
“beauty you can stick a manicured finger / into and through, beauty that doesn’t rely / on any sentence the sun chants, it’s whiskey / swelter blown scarlet” —Patricia Smith, “Prologue—And Then She Owns You”
“I inhale the perfume of the Bourbon rose, then try to separate / what is scent, sense, and what you call memory, what is emotion, where in a / dialogue like touching is it so vibratory and so absorbent of my attention and / longing, with impressions like fingerprints all over.” —Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge, “Hello, The Roses”
Sometimes, it’s best to just keep things simple. Sometimes, you just want bourbon in a small gold glass.
This was one of those weeks!
Bourbon in a Small Gold Glass pairs well with many things, including late-night talks about family, thunderstorms real and remembered, and our early spring conversation with the incredible Geffrey Davis.
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