Yesterday in the late afternoon I was walking with Luisa as we were making our way to Emerson College for her poetry reading. We passed by the burying ground on the Boston Common. The air was warm and the sun was coming in at a lovely golden slant – the light so reminded me of Session Road in Baguio. We both are custodians of a magical Baguio of the imagination – a place of endless inspiration and memory that can be conjured by gleam of light, a city street at six in the evening, a tune.
The poetry reading was wonderful. This is a picture of me with Luisa and Gloria Mindock, editor of Cervena Barva Press, Eamonn Wall, from University of St. Louis- Missouri also read from his work in his beautiful Irish lilt.
Bud and the Nineties joined us for dinner at a Thai restaurant Montien, which was all-around-Fabulous. Oh, eating is so much fun in congenial company!
At one point I looked up and counted, we were having dinner with four poets, and later two fiction writers joined the party. Such a lively and delicious feast. So nice to sit and listen to stories, so nice to laugh and eat rice!
To top it off, Luisa and I were engaging in high-level condensed and coded chismis, relaying stories worthy of epic movies side by side seemingly unnoticed by the dinner guests. It was so much fun, it went by so quickly, and now we are back to email. Thank goodness for that.
You’ve got to have a sequel to this get-together! At least once a year!