by Steve Haruch
The roster for this fright night includes: poet Wayne Miller — click on the flier to the right to read some of his verse, or click here, just click something; fellow poet Christie Sell, described to me as "a wretched East Nashville bartender who looks through her looking cocktail glasses and utters, 'Candyman ... Candyman ... Candyman ... Can'; frequent Scene blogtributor Betsy Phillips, reading from her ghost stories; Raconteurs/Greenhornes member Jack Lawrence applying some bass to your face; and the team of Ben "Hate Life" Swank and Jemina "Hate Life Even More" Pearl, "screening segments of their favorite horror flicks while Dino's fries in the fires of damnation."
So there you have it. Tonight's show starts at 8 p.m., is free and includes, according to an email, "free blood."
Oh, and one more thing: "After this date with death is completed," writes head undertaker Chet Weise, "Poetry Sucks! will switch from a monthly series to a sporadic, spontaneous, special occasion only event. Come out and play while you can."