DOG WATCH: AIR
The Dog Watch is the evening watch. We sit the Dog Watch in the gathering darkness, the ocean at our back and the fire burning its beacon into the night.
Dog Watch: Air may blow in gale force from the Southern ocean, the icy breath of Antarctica, or it may be a night breeze across the dunes. Air gives us voice, lifts us up and carries our words. As the great brazier once again explodes with fire, slam poet Emilie Zoey Baker will open her lungs and the Horns of Leroy will blow it all out in a celebration of the stories carried by the wind.