Alden Nowlan

Why don't the records go blankthe instant the singer dies?
Oh,
I know there are explanationsbut they don't convince meI'm still
When I hear the dead

Angels inhabit love songs.
But they’re sprites not seraphim.
The angel that
Jacob had sturdy calves, moist hairy armpits, stout loins to serve the god whom she befriended

A mysterious naked man has been reportedon Cranston Avenue.
The police are performingthe usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens.
Almost everyone is outdoors and strangers are conversing excitedlyas they do during disasters…

Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through tamarack swamps,
came the bull mooseto be stopped at last by a pole-fenced pasture.
Too tired to turn or, perhaps,…