I attended. I wrote. I survived.
Along with Liz Bachinsky, Clint Burnham, Jenn Farrell and Rob Hughes, I sat around a table covered in books and papers -- in the company of Toronto poet Stuart Ross. He led, cajoled, coerced and teased -- in other words, got us all looking at the page in fresh ways.
The only thing missing was an 'I survived PBC' T-shirt. Maybe next time, Stuart?