Made in Montreal

W hen I was a child I would lie in bed in the morning, and looking at the chintz drapes covering my bedroom window I could see faces in the ...

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...