Isn’t all poetry and art put together from serendipitous elements? Scissors and time in hand, I sat down and ran with my scissors through an old New York Times Style magazine, looking for eye-catching images to excise. (In these days of quarantine, that may be the highest and best use of the New York Times Style magazine.) On display in Gallery is an impromptu collage of collage elements and discards. The scraps reminded me of the Leslie Street Spit in Toronto, made entirely of construction waste, an assemblage if there ever was one! In Reading Room I have shared one of three poems I’ve written about the the Spit, how it is at once city and country, at once past and future. And this week, there’s actually a Happening – at a time when so little seems to be happening! IMAGINE!