Experience the Spatial Bliss of Portland’s In’finiti Distillation and Fermentation

I once heard the poet Derek Walcott read a poem where in it he vows not to write any more poems about the moon.  That's the way I feel about writing about beer and beer joints.  Wolcott has the moon; I have beer.  If I indulge every writing whim I have for praising an IPA … Continue reading Experience the Spatial Bliss of Portland’s In’finiti Distillation and Fermentation

Word Portland: Come for a Pint, Stay for the Words

Literary readings can be sad affairs.  At their worst, they're either quiet and bleached, the audience members every so often making an "Mmmm" sound at appropriate times when an image or phrase brings a slight tremor to their soul.  Or, they too often exist at the other end of the literary reading spectrum where audience … Continue reading Word Portland: Come for a Pint, Stay for the Words