I did a poetry reading today, my first public reading since I was an undergraduate. It was part of the West End Poetry Weekend, which was arranged by the Carrboro Parks and Recreation Division. I’m grateful to the folks who set it up, particularly Kim Andrews, who did a great deal to make it happen.

Ellen read just before I did, and in case there was any question, Ellen rocks completely. If you have not bought her book yet, you should buy it from Bull City or from Amazon.

After the reading, I sat in football traffic for a little over an hour trying to see the Four-String show. I’ll be working with them tomorrow night, coaching improv for the first time since I walked away from DSI in early 2006. I don’t know what to expect. I’m nervous. I really thought I had shut the door on improv for good. There’s not another team I can think of that could have even coaxed me this far. Part of me hopes that I go and just don’t feel it at all, and we call it quits there. Part of jme hopes it’s a perfect fit. Either way, I’m a little more excited about it than I thought I would be.