More apocalypse, less angst
Posted on April 3, 2008
I remember the voice coming out of my kitchen radio sometime back in 2003 or 04 – before I moved to the Sunshine Coast – when I still lived above Turks, on the Drive. It caught me, that voice and the poetry it was… Continue Reading “Voice.”
Category: Me, music, One-Word EssaysTags: activism, art, cbc, culture, east vancouver, music, poetry, revolution, spoken word, union
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