Thank You

I want to send a warm Thank You to all the wonderful friends and supporters who have been faithfully voting for me every day on Aviva. It is good to know how much support there is for artists in our community.

During the month of November I will be busy working on writing a novel. CLICK HERE if you are interested.

If you wish order my book at the special price of $20.00, please contact me through the contact link at http://www.chaleurbay.com.

Thank you for your support.

A Special thank you to Aimee who has been especially encouraging. In order to help me she has taken precious time out away from writing her second novel.

Thank you Bathurst and Sackville friends of past and present, Dolores, Lyn, Gail and Dianne for being the first to respond to my new personal artist page HERE.and here I am

So as I take on the challange of writing my first novel, thank you in advance for your continuing support.

Now what will this novel be, one might wonder … Will the author be writing one of those modern one foot in the grave semi-sorta-what used to be called gothic romance? Will it be a shot at singularity? Will she perhaps indulge in a bordeline bio because being a first-time novelist, even at her advanced age, she lacks the experience of writing about anything outside her closed little life? If it is to be that final genre, will she reveal the reason why finally, after all these years she decided to forgo slick professionalism and pimp herself on FB?
Who knows …

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Warty pome

The news they call it
Play by play
An exciting game
An inciting diversion
A holiday
From keeping up
The illusion
Of political will

No holiday however
From homelessness
From poverty
The beat goes on
Sports and war
Sports and war

Sometimes about
Patriots willing to kill
Blaming those
Cowards eager to die

Sometimes about
Martyrs willing to die
Blaming those
Monsters eager to kill

How can there be
One without the other
Are there really
People willing to kill
People willing to die

Could either group
Exist without those
Who make bombs
And swollen paychecks
And why
Why would anyone will
To kill or to die