|“It was 1974. I was teaching at the University of Richmond. For three years, I would come out after my class to my 1956 Chevy pickup and see a piece of paper under the wiper. To my surprise, they were poems from a young man who felt deeply about me.”|
— Harvey McWilliams
THE WINDSHIELD POEMS
Join us live at Firehouse as part of a small audience of 8 people, or remotely stream this workshop reading of Harvey McWilliams’ THE WINDSHIELD POEMS.
Click the windshield image above or the poem fragment below for info+tix.