I’m taking these really little shirts out of the dryer. Folding them.
Their soft warmth a new comfort.

In Missing Mapledown Love Parkette Chris Chambers has returned with his warm, sharp poems, filled with his clear-eyed, but affectionate, observations of living in Canada’s largest city. Toronto looms large in this collection, which pieces together its streets, its coffee shops, the views from office windows and its wandering poets, alongside reflections on everyday joy and sorrow. On old dogs and new dogs. Bright pink June mornings, twenty-seven blooms on a spindly magnolia tree and an elaborate tent set-up beside the Catholic schoolyard. These are poems that see the buried rivers of our cities and our lives, the birds that flit through them, and places it all deftly on the page, inviting the reader to come join in the wonder of it all.