KalyPsouL@Large: Alien-Nation Reflections

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…

So, I dressed up today – just for him. New snazzy sweater, skinny jeans, tall-heeled knee-high boot. lipstick. Ticket in hand. I was ready!! It did not matter that I had just emerged from…

I was there. I drove up all the way from the ATL a few days before to beat the crowds and get myself acclimatized to the DC cold. Things seemed pretty calm until Monday;…

I  I’m from old ladies  with wrinkled skin, flowing skirts, and colorful headties   who smoked pipes and snuffed tobacco    and drank café black, fuerte y muy caliente     sipping from home-made demi-tasses I’m from savory smells of ‘sweet-han’ cooking…

Somewhere in the early dawn of well-trodden savannah grass under the bleachers, lying pisteratically inebriated, chugging like Smoky Joe, a superannuated djab malaise sans half the costume sleeps, while strewn all around him are used condoms and discarded…

It was late June that year, and I was in DC for the Caribbean Carnival. One of the best in North America, my sources told me. My twenty-something year old son had urged me…

Imagine you have a 20-something-year old son, or daughter, who happens to be black, and that you understand why I feel for others like them whose lives are being traded for pelf, or “F***…