Nica Horovitz and Richard Hugo

I want poetry to catch  like an infection, only not an infection, okay maybe like a good beer that keeps turning up on tap in different places. Fresh. Cold. Made in small batches brought in small carts to far-flung towns.

I traveled for a long time searching for Richard Hugo’s places and poems. I took pictures and tried to pin his poems to small towns and hollows.

Meet Nica, who does this whole thing remarkably well.