Made in Montreal

My interest in trees as an archetype goes back at least to my first book, The Trees of Unknowing (Vehicule Press, 1978), and probably befor...

                                     This is not the presidential palace of a banana republic but someone's home                        ...

Visits from Psyche 1. I dreamed of a girl driving her old blue Volkswagen through a deep pool, water spraying up on both sides of the Beetle...

A collage juxtaposes images or parts of images that seem to have little association with each other; the collage presents these images in a...

I took the usual tourist photographs earlier in the day, then we had meetings all afternoon, and on my way back to where I was staying I fou...

Here is William Blake's home when he lived in Felpham, near Bognor Regis, on the coast south of London. I often walked passed here while...

No. 16 (Red, Brown, and Black) (1958) No. 3/ No. 13 (1949) No. 10 (1950)  These photographs of paintings by Mark Rothko were taken at t...

These photographs of an underpass on Cote St. Luc Road in Montreal, near where we live, seem at first like they could be any urban scene. It...

At Toronto City Hall, during the League of Canadian Poets' AGM, 11 June 2010; from left to right: Chris Lowther, David Day, Gloe Cormie,...

Taken from an airplane window at 39K feet.

I've mentioned, and written about, the Atwater Library before. This skylight, above a stairwell that allows you to look down from the se...

A few weeks ago I was doing some research at UBC's Rare Books & Special Collections and University Archives. Part of this research w...

This magical window is located near Milestones Restaurant on West 4th Avenue in Vancouver. Things float in the air, is that a photograph of ...

2010 Each night in each dream, each day God speaks to me, Each day I open a door through which comes sunlight & greet the presence of th...

August 1999: Aquarian Symbols described on shamanic journeys in Vancouver; I had read the Sabian Symbols several months before. September –...

The Clothes of the Dead I have worn the clothes of the dead a second cousin's sweater, already frayed when he died, I wore it another ...

Here's the poem referred to at CNNGO.   ________________________________________  The Compass  On the four corners of the bed  the bod...