Made in Montreal

  Cedar and jagged fir uplift sharp barbs against the gray and cloud-piled sky; and in the bay blown spume and windrift and thin, bitter spr...

The Atwater Library , located on Atwater Street near the Alexis Nihon Plaza, has helped our community find great books to read for over a hu...

Events and Signals, F.R. Scott, Ryerson Press, 1954   Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer, This land stares at the sun in a hug...

  16 November 2010 I was altered in the placenta by the dead brother before me who built a place in the womb knowing I was coming: he wrote ...

Postmarked 1966  

  Alden Nowlan Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tam...

  Mary, Queen of the World Cathedral  Marie, reine de la monde Windsor Station, once the head office of the Canadian Pacific Railroad St. Ge...

  This body of my mother, pierced by me, In grim fulfilment of our destiny, Now dry and quiet as her fallow womb Is laid beside the shell of...

 

  2016 Every step of the way we walk the line Your days are numbered, so are mine Time is piling’ up, we struggle and we scrape We’re al...