Made in Montreal

  "Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag" So we bought a pack of ci...

  Trout River, 1991 We were born before the wind Also, younger than the sun 'Ere the bonnie boat was won As we sailed into the mystic Ha...

Things seen when out walking . . . Someone's means of transportation In the window of an Indian restaurant on Somerled Avenue      The f...

  On some days I have several thousand visitors on this site and I wonder who are these people; often they are from Singapore but, recently,...

I n the old days, because of invitations from Ilona Martonfi, I did a lot of readings at the Yellow Door Coffee House, the Visual Arts Cen...

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...