What’s the strangest place you’ve ever given a poetry reading?
Once I agreed to do 2 readings at a women’s festival. The setting was a place that used to be a lodge or club. The space where I was to read used to be a restaurant. About 100 people attended the afternoon reading, and it was held in the large open space of the ex-restaurant. But that night a smaller group attended (because there were rock concerts by then) and apparently another event was scheduled for that space. So we did the reading in what I think had once been the area behind the bar. Hurry up please it’s time!
Robin Reagler 
The Sit and Spin Laundromat & Café in Seattle would have to be the strangest place I ever gave a poetry reading. Good sandwiches, fine coffee, and the erotic hum of a dryer as socks swirled around inside.