Writers are Obsessed about Home
by Abdul Ali
Writers are obsessed about home. Well, at least I am. I haven’t lived in New York in over ten years. Yet each time I return that all seems to fade away and I taste New York as if it’s my first time yet I’m familiar. Sorta like making love to an ex after years have passed.
Since Monday, I’ve been in New York City. Some people call this the Big Apple, the hub of the art world. A great place to shop, and so on. I call it “home.” Each time I return to New York there’s an unselttled feeling like both New York and me are ghosts that are too restless to stay buried. I’m always amazed at how much takes place in this city. There was a Black Writer’s Conference in Brooklyn that I didn’t attend but I was able to connect with my good friend, Courttia, who came all the way from across the pond to be in the city.
Here are some things I’ve done so far:
I took my writer friend, Courttia Newland to Harlem for a lunch at Sylvia’s.
I went to visit my family in midtown. My uncle and his two kids; they’ve gotten so big. I’m an only child so cousins are quite special to me.
I’m preparing for an interview on the Josephine Reed show on WPFW this morning at 10:30am. Check it out if you can at, www.wpfw.org
I hope you’ll join me in this month of Poetry. I’ll see you next time.