The Desperate Ones

We are the lyrical lunatics who attempt to receive our well-deserved props. We seek any available venue -- museums, bookstores, churches, coffee shops, libraries or parks -- it doesn’t matter: Wherever there’s an audience, we’ll go. We’re mad as the proverbial hatter. Although we may try not to let it show, the very act of showing up unpaid to bear our innermost souls to strangers in the hope of achieving accolade casts us as crazy, cadet space-rangers. We hope to dazzle, arouse and give pause, but we’re content with a smattered applause. -- James Ph. Kotsybar