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Gatlin’ Dave stared at his quarrywith eyes of burning ice—Raised the rifle to his cheekand fired once. Then twice! Read more >>
If I could pick a place to dieI wouldn’t think on itI’d lay me under this big skyOf sun and clouds and gritI’d sing a mournful lullabyBut hold back many tear Read more >>
Under a Montana sky, blue-black with smoke from August fires,the weight of my line unspools, pushing away from the fly rod Read more >>
The doors of the brook trout’s pink gills openand close as it wriggles in my palm, back Read more >>
Hey you!With the stick in your hand!That your dog?Wanna hear something?In the hour betweenthe wolf and the dogwhen the earth opensthe brothers howland people diehe follows me up the mountain trailYou must be sleeping Read more >>
The sky pledged its justice to vastness and distant mountains remained unable to reveal their rugged nature against such a force. The scene was magnified tenfold by the unbroken surrounding water reflecting everything essential back into the ether. Two earths existed. Twins. Read more >>
The knowledge we have is outdated.The experience we have, underrated.Our stamina, such as it is, goes ignored.Our desire to keep up, underscored.The young replace the old.An unkind process: but direct, obvious, and cold. Read more >>
Hunting marmots in Augustnear the Shields Riverwe found parts of youburied in a sandstone outcropwith tools washed in red ochreTwelve thousand years Read more >>
A poem, a path ineffable.A forest, a hill, a ski. That walk Where Bozeman dogs flock to talk. The Deaconess squares higher into our viewshed. Birdseye views of the cemeteryAccompany annual physicals these days, chasing time. Read more >>
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