Made in Montreal

  As things are, and as fundamentally they must always be, poetry is not a career, but a mug’s game.                —T.S. ...

  D on't assume that growing old is the same for everyone, or that it will be a pleasant time of love and family. Some old people end up...

  Of course, Continuation II   begins where Continuation I  ends. Here we have twenty-one sections, each one an enlargement and developmen...

  Most explicit— the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges once more— but wh...

  To grow old is to lose everything. Aging, everybody knows it. Even when we are young, we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads when a gr...

  When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look You...

  2024 What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The luster of the eye? Is it for beauty to forego her wreath? —Yes, but ...

  They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair. Dinner is a casual affair. Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood, Tin flatware. Two who...