My Canadian Chronicles 30

Last night was kind of strange for me. A friend took me long to a small café to listen to some poetry being read never thinking for one moment that I would end up reading mine there. It happened and I did, my hands shook when I got up to the mike and stood there and did my bit, reading out what I regard the best two poems I have written. I believe the person who organized it was thrilled because his little group suddenly went international when I got up to the mike. It was a small group of about thirty, each poet had a different style and I had an awesome night standing there reading at “The Weed.” 18 June 2009