I spent last week in the city--the 'hood, sort of--and all I saw was beauty. Graffiti turned drab iron panels into canvases. Music blared from cars and shopfronts, creating its own inadvertent sonic layering. Shopkeepers called us "honey" and asked if we got enough to eat. I discovered the delicately fragrant deliciousness of Caribbean rice and peas, bought a big bag of powdery yellow turmeric, ate hot hot fries at the Sip N Chat and sipped sweet potato vodka at a kosher wine shop. Now it's home and getting ready for more travel--the city! then Ethiopia!--and in the interim, a reading.
Yes, I said it. A reading.
Me. Reading.
I'm so scared I could puke. When I get up my nerve I'll tell you more.
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