Made in Montreal

  21 May 2015 Grief was my master yesternight; To-morrow I may grieve again; But now along the windy plain The clouds have taken flight. The...

Montreal West train station, 1950s   The darkness brings no quiet here, the light     No waking: ever on my blinded brain     The flare of l...

  Archibald Lampman The glittering roofs are still with frost; each worn Black chimney builds into the quiet sky Its curling pile to crumble...