Margaret (Atwood) and me.

Margaret Atwood was very nice. I sent her a book a while back and she brought it along so I could sign it.

The stage was very big

Poets normally read to six people, one of whom is nappign and two of whom are waiting for the mic.

And I was, frankly, a rock star. I read three poems, one framed around Fritz Haber (written for the occasion), one about Pavlovsk Station (the one from Best Canadian Poetry) and one about General Relativity (always a barn burner poetry topic). And I very nearly got a standing ovation.

This was. A thing.

Many people asked me afterward to post the Fritz Haber poem, so I will, soon.