Made in Montreal

Years ago, I visited Le Grand Seminaire, it is where my great great uncles, Fr. Martin Callaghan and his brother Fr. James Callaghan are bur...

  In 1975 I published "The Insecurity of Art", an essay describing that poets need to begin from a place of not knowing, of insecu...

We've just had some of the big snow storm that crippled parts of Canada and the United States; some people here lost electricity due to ...

  January 2015 These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and...

    Farewell old year, you won't be missed. Happy New Year! Welcome 2023!

Although we've had a few mild days, the cold is upon us and it makes life a lot less enjoyable. While I am usually happy to go for a mor...

When I was growing up I often heard about the three Callaghan priests, Frs. Martin, James, and Luke. The oldest priest was known familiarly ...

Here is a satellite photograph of Old Montreal and, more specifically, of Notre-Dame Basilica and the enclosed garden, the hortus conclusus...

When we were children we would bike to the Oratory, it wasn't far, then walk around, always in awe and amazed by the size of the place a...