Turnarounds...

I just got an e-mail from the editor of Carte Blanche, accepting a poem among a handful I sent in early February. I scarcely remember sending them. The poem should be online in a couple of weeks. In the adjacent e-mail, an invitation to read in the Poetry and Prose reading series at Montreal Visual Arts Centre on May 15th, 2008. I graciously accepted. Peculiar the tenuous connections to the distant past and future this process brings about. Kind of reminds me of the joke about the snail on the doorstep. This time, though, the snail would say "Thank you!" (Why is there something cloying about that?)