Tonight we were sitting around after our journey to the lake. We have been gathered for the RedBone Press retreat. Ernest was sitting to my right and so I asked him if he'd write a word on me. He agreed and wrote "peace" on my neck. Samiya Bashir agreed to take a photo of me and so I wandered over to the corner and as she took my photo, realized I was staring directly into the ancestor's face. The image is from a series of German ethnographic prints from the 19th century. I, of course, forgot to write down where the prints are from and which print this is, since after the photo I was so taken aback that this man's face and mine were at eye level.

I am fascinated by the words on my neck. Does the neck, like in Yoruba mythology, seat the soul?