Made in Montreal

  Paul Laurence Dunbar I know what the caged bird feels, alas!       When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;       When the wind stirs ...

John Masefield, 1878-1967                                  THE ORE   Before Man’s labouring wisdom gave me birth I had not even seen the lig...

Eleven years ago I heard of the passing of Keitha K. MacIntosh ; she was a poet, author of short stories, a publisher, a professor of Englis...

  Irving Layton and Stephen Morrissey, 1997  At the end of the garden walk the wind and its satellite wait for me; their meaning I will not ...

  Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps,...

                                                                          Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer’s nearly done; The garden...

  No sun--no moon! No morn--no noon! No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day-- No sky--no earthly view-- No distance looking blue-- No road-...

Irving Layton, Carolyn Zonailo, and Noni Howard, at Layton`s home on Monkland Avenue, Montreal, 1997. Photo by Stephen Morrissey      Bishop...

  Calliope, the muse of epic poetry; detail from a Pompeii fresco No one makes a conscious decision to be a poet—poetry is a calling, a meta...

This painting by Nellie McClung has hung in our home for many years. Not only was Nellie a terrific poet, but she was also a visual artist...