No Grave For This Place

A rogue moose wanders into a suburb near Quebec city, tramples lawns and gardens, stumbles in and out of a swimming pool, is tracked by three gun toting heads of family who shoot it down just as a school bus goes by wherein a little girl is trilling Three Little Kittens. Thus begins No Grave For This Place. Here streets are landing strips / for planes that will never arrive, the dead descend / the steps of prefab houses / champagne flutes in their hands, and a pack of cats throws itself on the electric fences / surrounding our inner lives. Quinns voice will resonate with all those who have, by association or from experience, tasted the cultural barrenness that can underlie civilized life.