Category Archives: Updates

You tell me. Can it be a conversation that starts in the dark on the porch steps some moonless new moon summer night loaded with oh so many stars that you have to walk out in the middle of the … Continue reading →

The literate man, the educated analyst, had it completely right, * but he couldn’t relate it to the crowd gathered around their palms * scoffing at the idea of reading way too many finger-scrolls of high- * dollar words “they … Continue reading →

was a wizard with a knife if he couldn’t find a can opener or a P38 * he could cut into the metal shelf life of a wide variety the happy meals * that defined my youth Dinty Moore or … Continue reading →

I promise this will only go fourteen and you’ll probably agree that fifteen would be too much besides breaking the rules which are the point in making   one of these goddamn love sonnets— hitting the ballpark iambic mark. Let’s … Continue reading →

  the grosbeak clings to the top of the wire fence, hops to the ground, pecks around the dried leaves and puff balls, flutters back to the fence, cocks her head and looks at me   looking at her, then … Continue reading →

Listen Hear I mean really listen here Try to pay attention As if you were blind Like your life depended on it It’s difficult to really hear someone Speaking to you Let alone two or more Plus everything around you … Continue reading →

          First of February Fifty-five degrees I walk downtown Toward the river & Charlie B’s   A gale blows in warm Chinooks I remember On the eastern front Of the Rockies Thirty years ago   Augusta … Continue reading →

  The Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul & Pacific had nothin’ and everything to lose that summer in Missoula. Our job—the Catlin Street crossing replacement—four men, water and tools: spike malls and pullers, shovels and picks, rail jacks, tie tongs and … Continue reading →

Fresh out of his bath, steam rising from the wet-peaked hair atop his shoulders, the old man stared between his legs, his bald head bowed as he sat on the edge of his bed. “You son-of-a-bitch,” he said. “I’ve lived … Continue reading →