Welcome to Umbrella, where we explore art, ideas and culture. We believe that authenticity lives along the margins, in the cracks and...

Words by Allen Darling There will be things you’ll wish you had said - the perfect retort, a fleeting insight, or I love you. Thank you....

At this point I don’t know why I sat here preparing to write down my life story. I am terrified by what I have seen and hope that these...

by Allen Darling Uncle Mikey was many things, an engineer without schooling, an inventor, a philosopher, a true artist...painter,...

By Shaun Day-Woods Ever since I became interested in philosophy, especially its popular varieties, I have encountered the encouragement...

By Shaun Day-Woods “More foul weather coming” the headline read. It was an announcement for rain. Lots of it. Recent heavy rainfall, ...

The rise of earth-based spirituality in recent times has been spectacular, and we have much to celebrate! Empire-building has created a...

Our world is on fire, with the last remaining natural beauties being rent asunder in the ever-expanding quest for profit and domination...

by Morgen As the cold runoff water trickles down the wet ferns, it collects in small pools taking cover underneath the tall plants that...

For a union of egoists that includes all living flora, fauna and mineral individuals. By Julian Langer The central focus of this essay is...

By Ron Sakolsky Question: What do Jonathan Swift, D.A.F. de Sade, Charles Fourier, Thomas De Quincy, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Baudelaire,...

By Suijin | August 18, 2020 Halfway up the mountain, hiking on an old logging road, I neared a 15-foot Western Hemlock. Its top was just...

By Ramon Elani The primitive mentality does not invent myths, it experiences them. Myths are original revelations of the preconscious...

by Laura Busheikin | March 27th, 2020 The etymology of the word “pandemic” comes from the Greek pan, meaning all, and demos meaning...

By Amanda Hale | Feb 20, 2020 | Night Forest Press Umbrella Blog photos by Krista Whitford I have taken a run at many...

The summer of 1989 in Toronto was hot and humid. I loved riding my bike through the diasporic neighbourhoods in the middle of the night...

(How did I get so old so fast? One day you're nursing a hangover and the next you're in a nursing home.) ~ Me all the time Over the...