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The Time I Did Not Give Brian Doyle a Piggy-Back Ride
I’m staying with the Brian theme one more time.–jrs Writers write, but authors have to do other stuff as well. Some of that stuff involves traveling around, reading some of what you’ve written, and discussing the sometimes mysterious differences between … Continue reading
Posted in Brian Doyle, Conversation, humor, laughing, memory, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged author, brain, work, workshop, writers, writing
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Shameless Plug
Okay. Another shameless plug: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/white-ravens/id1439393149?ls=1&mt=11 The collection goes live tomorrow.
Posted in Art, communication, Consciousness, Conversation, Friendship, Gratitude, Hope, Humans, humor, Jim Stewart, Life, Man, Oregon, pals, Reading, Sex, Short Story, Slice of Death, Slice of Life, Time, Uncategorized, Universe, veterans, War, Wisdom, women, Writing
Tagged environment, humanity, Information, relationships, travel, work, writing
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Visceral Musing
Here Poemy, here girl, here boy, hweet, hwheet, wheet… c’mon—atta girl, atta boy, c’mon. Bronkbuster’s muse is a dominatrix— demanding, abusive, beautiful, alluring, cruel, and dripping wet—smelling of sea and sagebrush. Mine is on cat’s feet, shifting shapes and sometimes … Continue reading
Reading Admonition
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)
Posted in Absolutes, Bedtime, cowboy poetry, Drunkenness, Humans, humor, Narble Furt, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Work, Writing
Tagged humility, learning, Paul Zarzyski, poetry, Richard Hugo, William Stafford, work, writing
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A Poem Comes
My impatience robs me of my observance, but sharpens my pen. I slice my ego into quivering hunks of silvery fatback, sputtering in the skillet I heat with my heart. Shame fits me too well. I am only as good … Continue reading
Haiku: Waiting for Three
What is it about two o’clock, the bitching hour? Dreaded double-strike. The eyes snap open, no retreat from wakefulness– it’s just a poem.
Posted in Home, Life, memory, Night, Poem, Sleep, Uncategorized, Universe, Writing
Tagged clocks, wakefulness, work, writing
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Ochoco Reach Audiobook, Ahoy!
Shameless plug: my novel Ochoco Reach is now available as an audiobook on both audible.com and iTunes. If you download it, I’d very much appreciate a review and some other noise of your own choosing. Click on the link in … Continue reading
Posted in Action-adventure, American Indian, animals, Audiobook, Ochoco Reach, Reading, Uncategorized, Writing
Tagged Action-adventure, Audiobook, dogs, family, Ochoco Reach, work, writing
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Haiku–Brick and Mortar
Bricks upon more bricks; playing with mud holds them tight. Sore: understatement. (brick: obsidiandesign.com; circle: backdoorsurvival.com)
Winter Kill
Across the street and old man ferociously attacks the winter kill on his low-slung juniper. He steps back to clear the sweat and smacks his lips in satisfaction. “Won’t let the new stuff grow,” he says. His cat bobs her … Continue reading
Narble Furt Lives 