Made in Montreal

Not sure I'll ever watch this, like some others I don't like seeing myself in videos... This was a reading I gave with some old ...

First it was green and lovely and we were all happy, and then there was snow and we weren't as happy, but then there was no snow an...

I am very happy to announce the publication of my new book, A Poet's Journey: on poetry and what it means to be a poet , just...

This year the snow came early, 20 cm. of snow on Remembrance Day and it's unlikely to melt until next spring... five months of cold weat...

Here is Veeto and me at the St. Viateur Bagel Restaurant, our first meeting in many years, July 2005 Audrey Keyes, also known as ...

Home of Mary Brown and Artie Gold at  3667 Lorne Crescent   Before George Bowering was GB there was Guy Birchard, maybe the first GB...

It's the Canadian Thanksgiving and we're headed into a federal election, the choices are minimal and not too exciting. So far it...

  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...

I've added a new section to the garden, as seen above And now planted, cone flowers, bee balm, irises, day lilies, mint, and by ...

One of complaints made by critics about A.J.M. Smith is that his body of published work is too small for him to be considered an imp...

Mid-August and everything is lush and full of life. Honey bees are visiting hollyhocks, flowers are blooming, life is good.  ...

Montreal by John Glassco, DC Books, 1973 Certain books, even certain groups of artists, seem to occur in clusters. Here are three lo...