We read voraciously in order to keep up with the ceaseless tide of excellent literature. We read to our babies and kids so they too can become lovers of good books. Rarely, however do we adults have the pleasure of being read to. I was recently reminded of how gratifying it can be when I attended a poetry reading hosted by George Kalamaras, formerly Indiana’s Poet Laureate. No need to turn pages. No worry of proper lighting. No 1.25’s positioned…
