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,and was adept at wrestling

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, awareth...

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 when t...