It takes a lot of bravery to read poetry in front of a room full of strangers. Yet, on April 10, a group of about 25 people gathered to do just that at the Bozeman Public Library.
“Welcome friends,” David Shields said, addressing a room of about 25. It was 7 p.m. at a meeting of the Bozeman Poetry Collective.
Stepping into Townshend’s Teahouse on Friday evening, Oct. 30 was akin to stepping into another world. Bozeman — beautiful but familiar — remained at the door, and everything beyond was haunted by the spirit of elsewhere.