A writer once said you should approach your art calling as if it is a lover, secret meetings, gifts of chocolate and honey, special lace underwear. Letters from Winter, it is sort of a tell-all of my university years in my young adulthood, sort of a raincloud notebook and the entire work was sparked by the death of Leonard Cohen. I love his poetry and music and he and his work is a huge influence on my writing. When his death was announced me and a friend attended the vigil outside his home on Marianne Street and the magic of the Muse of Montreal became the inspiration, as this book began to write. This book is also a tell-all, brushing with my first experiences with sex and the Canadian establishment. After 20 years of celibacy my aloneness was beginning to get to me. It is written in French as well as English. This book of poetry is in the esprit of the New Age Renaissance Republic of Poetry, a great read into the long night. Be a part of the Montreal underground, be a Subterranean Blue Poetry imprint. www.subterraneanbluepoetry.com. "all the poetry, everywhere" "for those subterranean blues"