Reading at Cornelia Street Cafe

Last night was the Cornelia Street Cafe reading. I read with JC Todd, a fellow Wind poet. Our turnout was rather sparse—10 including JC's daughter, two pals, and the host. Six young people showed up. This place charges people $7 to get in, but that includes one drink. It's a nifty venue. Reading room downstairs is long and narrow. Tables set with little candles. Stage at the far end of the room. My friend drove in with me. This was the first time I've ever driven into NYC even though I live only 26 miles away. I am fearless about driving other places, but NY has always terrified me. But this really wasn't too bad. At least we made it in and home again safely. Luckily, we found a parking space right in front of the Cafe. My friend was nice enough to run out several times to feed the meter. Here are some photos from the reading.

Mystery man in the distance on the bike. Can you tell which famous movie actor that is? He was sitting at a cafe table on the sidewalk when we arrived.

Closer view. Now can you identify this man?

JC Todd reading from her new book, What Space This Body.

Me reading from What Feeds Us. And some new work.

Friends, visual artist Arlene Hyman and poet Madeline Tiger.

Two happy members of our audience. Isn't it nice that they dressed to match the decor?

Three more members of the audience, caught at a bad angle.

JC Todd and our host, Angelo Verga

After the reading we chatted with the audience a bit. Then we went upstairs for dinner. It was excellent! I had a lovely fresh mesclun salad and the best mushroom risotto I've ever had.

I wish you could have been there. Maybe next time.

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