The mysterious naked man.

A mysterious naked man has been reported
on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing
the usual ceremonies with coloured lights and sirens.
Almost everyone is outdoors and strangers are conversing
excitedly
as they do during disasters when their involvement is
peripheral.
'What did he look like?' the lieutenant is asking.
'I don't know,' says the witness. 'He was naked.'
There is talk of dogs--this is no ordinary case
of indecent exposure, the man has been seen
a dozen times since the milkman spotted him and now
the sky is turning purple and voices
carry a long way and the children
have gone a little crazy as they often do at dusk
and cars are arriving
from other sections of the city.
And the mysterious naked man
is kneeling behind a garbage can or lying on his belly
in somebody's garden
or maybe even hiding in the branches of a tree,
where the wind from the harbour
whips at his naked body,
and by now he's probably done
whatever it was he wanted to do
and wishes he could go to sleep
or die
or take to the air like Superman.

 -- Alden Nowlan

received emails as of late from friends far away. jesse sent me a picture of alden nowlan's house that has now become a pub, and I thought it fitting to include a piece by him. i do enjoy this poem.

things new here: me trying to finish up copies of the zine for the 16th. we had a reading at coffee lodge on finch on the 7th of december. went pretty well. i have a few pics i will post in due time (i.e. when i get organized enough to do so.). I have purchased nor made any christmas cards or gifts yet so I am far behind in that sense.

been reading mother night by kurt vonnegut, selected poems by t.s. eliot, margaret atwood, Good Bones and hopefully 0ryx and crake by her soon if I get a chance. too much to do . too much time spent procrastinating. must get on top of things.

thank you everyone for your continued support of the zine and the readings. I really appreciate it so very very much.