Category Archives: cowboy poetry

Reading Admonition

Posted on March 16, 2018 by Jim Stewart

Reading poems– a bronkbuster, a recovered drunk, a morning iconoclast; all tell me: write something with velocity, not half fast.   (Paul Zarzyski: Gordon Stevens; Richard Hugo: Hugo House;  William Stafford: American Academy of Poets)

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Coyote Ruins a Dog

Posted on December 23, 2013 by Jim Stewart

On the other side of the fence was chaos and death, at least that’s how it seemed when the dog took off and scared that squirrel right out of his thick fall fur and into the coyote’s grinning mouth. The … Continue reading →

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A Prairie Prayer

Posted on November 26, 2013 by Jim Stewart

We moved his body to the rafters of the tack shed this morning. His woman, his mate, his best friend, will keep what is left of him alive as best she can. She is listening for You and seeks solace … Continue reading →

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Too Damn Dumb

Posted on November 16, 2013 by Jim Stewart

He gave up in late nineteen sixty-three with the death of a young president still firmly caught on a fence in his mind where the wind fans desire to intent. The other hands tried to console him, but they offered … Continue reading →

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