Made in Montreal

Percy Bysshe Shelley I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near ...

  1965 They’re selling postcards of the hanging They’re painting the passports brown The beauty parlor is filled with sailors The circus ...

  you are my bread and the hairline noise of my bones you are almost the sea you are not stone or molten sound I think you have no hands thi...

  Allan Line, immigrants arriving in Montreal, around 1910 I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would've stayed home Who uses all his...

  An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy sprin...

Images of Justin Trudeau; Justin in blackface, around 2000 (left); Justin on his last day as prime minister in 2025, taking with him a chair...

Eglise Sainte-Catherine-de-Sienne Catholic Church is on Somerled Avenue near Coronation Avenue, it has a mostly Italian congregation and ser...

I always enjoy seeing the tiny garden on the corner of Nelson and Westminster. A work of love, this garden is always perfectly maintained. H...