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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

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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)

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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

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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.

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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

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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)

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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

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