In Portland

I am in Portland today, at the invitation of a local high school, to give a reading from Hope. Driving in from the airport last night, I cried nearly all the way home. The city is so beautiful, so green, so expansive. (Could it be that a condition of my nomadic life is that I always pine for the place I have just left?) After having dinner with my sister, I hurried to Powell’s to browse for books. I found a rare, bilingual edition of al-Mutanabbi’s poems, which I had been eyeing for some time now, and I also replaced a couple of essential books that got damaged when they were shipped from Morocco last summer. More later.

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