In the path of resistance, the city doors are locked down. We ride the train to the edge, where the buildings meet the mouth of the harbour. The boxcars...

Time is the neon signs flashing digital reminders along the arteries of the Gardiner. You are a portrait of deafening red tail lights, foreboding the...

Time is the roman numbered clock at Union Station. The one that I ask you to meet me at the first time —the one you can’t picture in your mind but find...

Orphaned, around the world you sail and sliding into Union...Read an excerpt from The Beaverbrae: (refugee ship sailing from Germany to Canada after World...

...ride the rail of hopes hanging like socks ’cross rooming-house row men muttering on Markham, babies wail no more. Read an excerpt from The Beaverbrae:...

I, at least, am yours, have spent a lifetime learning to know you, skittish mongrel, ambitious tart: I stow my heart in Kensington Market ... Read an...

...beneath the Danforth Bridge, hoping time will treat you kindly and my devotion be not worthless. Read an excerpt from To Toronto from our TOK AnthologySamantha...

Eastern Avenue will become a berm, an artificial hill to guard new downtown condos from the Don River’s floods every 150 years.Read an excerpt from To...

And suddenly we are not at Mel’s all night Montreal deli in Toronto.Read an excerpt from At the Klondike Bar from our TOK AnthologySarah Feldbloom

Pastel spring High Park bloom colourRead an excerpt from 2 Dream in Colour from our TOK AnthologyMahlikah Awe:ri

I wonder what my spice-obsessed hawker-stall friends in Bangkok would think of defrosted veggies baked in cardboard-stiff pastry cups on the Danforth,...

There was a time at Dufferin station when the black lines that ridged that mud pigeon’s wings reminded me of wound stripes on a war uniform, and because...

his music fills the almost-empty car The Clash pounds past like it’s 1979 as we continue east on King towards 2009 Read an excerpt from Transi(en)t Love...

Now they’d passed 54 and Molly’s and Cherry Street and he knew the docks were off to his left but there were two in back with him and they’d pulled his...

Larry heard the tires on gravel now and was picturing in his mind’s eye the taller poplars on the Leslie Spit and the low stands of reddish dogwood and...

King subsumed by Queen, a single monarch’s processional under metal banners slows crossing the bridge— the pigeons, like Riopelle, are putting the paint...