Tonight I
went to Open Expressions in Harlem. Started by CeCe Falls and held the fourth
Thursday of the month, Open Expressions
has a featured poet, but first an open mike for poets, fiction and memoir
writers, singers or musicians. Tonight Cece was the featured poet, and she was
terrific.
I read a
very revised version of my March 21 Slice, which I would post here, but it’s on
my computer at the office. Sorry. It was fun, though, and most of the poets
were really good. Ed Toney’s piece about his grandmother was a lovely
evocation.
When I left to get on the subway at 125th Street, it was cool but still pleasant, with no hint of dampness. When I got off at 110th Street in Morningside Heights, it felt like New York had suddenly acquired micro-climates: it was raining lightly with a bite in the air.
When I left to get on the subway at 125th Street, it was cool but still pleasant, with no hint of dampness. When I got off at 110th Street in Morningside Heights, it felt like New York had suddenly acquired micro-climates: it was raining lightly with a bite in the air.
I feel like I was in the subway with you! Thank you for sharing your story.
ReplyDeleteSharing at an open mike feels even scarier than posting on a blog! Good for you!
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