Strange Days

"Pas le moindre envol

Ma vie barque abandonnée

Sur la rive sombre" (Philippe Quinta)

While a sense of foreboding from events near and far pervades, still chances present themselves. A friend at work, who hails from Seattle, has hooked me up with another lierary magazine, after he read some of my poems. This is getting weird...I never intended to become known as a poet; but I'll take it, of course. I submitted four pieces. Update on acceptance/rejection later...hopefully the former, not the latter...but one never knows. Ah, but as they say, essai, essai, encore....