Poetry

CHAIR TALKS | By Shams Safieddine And once again I wish it were the past and I were joking with Marie-Geneviève in her cluttered car…she, still alive, cat yowling on the back seat, with our dest- ination, Pénestin, the sea, at last close by. She'd stretch canvas at night, engrave, draw surreal seas. A double vitrail she