we are a place
our prism is poem
tunneled in twos
refracting a face
endful of stories
bejeweled with cues
we are a place
our prism is poem
tunneled in twos
refracting a face
endful of stories
bejeweled with cues
Stuart is not touring at this time.
Razor-sharp improv. Lurking amid the minutiae of his observations on life and the Universe are some startling insights. Davis pulls off the most elusive of party tricks...Even the gods were grinning.