King Lear himself was no match for Scott Owens tonight as lightning flashed across the heath of the piedmont and thunder raced down the street of Hickory rattling the windows and doors of those who don't believe in Poetry. 

For the True Believers though, it was a night with a secret entrance into another world – one which no longer REALLY exists – except within our own suppressed memories. Ah yes, we were different people when we left than we were when we entered, which was a lifetime ago. 

Tonight was a launch into a new universe as Scott shared some of his latest books with us.  And that's what poetry does. It's our spaceship.  And Scott Owens was our pilot on our night's flight.