Casting a wider net: Fisher Poet events expand during third year of local performances

“Besame, Besame mucho. Como te ama (sic) esta noche la ultima vez,” he sang, his fingers expertly flicking his guitar strings as he grinned and leaned toward the audience. Then, a twist that only a fisher poet could imagine. “Kiss-a-me, Kiss-a-me sockeye,” he sang to the surprise and audible delight of the audience at the Tustumena Lodge Saturday night. “Your cold slime sends chills, all up my spine. Kiss-a-me, Kiss-a-me sockeye. When I possess you I’m feeling, unusually fine.” more@peninsulaclarion 12:56:38

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