THE RANGER TAKES AN UNHOLY TURN …FUCK YOU BILLINGS & MAY TOP-TECH AUTO BURN DOWN INTO THE INBRED SOIL FROM WHICH IT SPROUTED.
A week in an off-the-map ancient ski town, Rossland, B.C., which lies just above the scrawny neck of Idaho, was a great escape from the over-trodden billion dollar-mountains we’d been riding the past [...]
Oxygen and bronze—
A father’s lilac hideout
(Cloud hammer hideaway)
(Spade on the table)
Not far away enough
For oblivion, too close
For obscurity— basement
Full of paper— upstairs
Full of babies— two elemental
Beauties by blood and egress
By cardinal and garden—
Harbored and freed
With the finches
That nibble
Your backyard
Bare.
15 May 2008
It was a few days after Las Vegas so our frayed nerves were still raw as we tried to get back to ‘normal’ while we were enjoying the first stint of laid-back camping on the California Coast. Los Osos, the name of a quaint water-edge town what meant the bears, but of course the last [...]
Tagged from the road, Johnny Dick, Observations, prose, prose poetryPORTLAND, OR…PLANTING ROOTS IN A MOSSY NEW STOMPING GROUND
By now most of you, whoever you are, must be thinking that I’m dead, burnt to a crisp in a car crash on a deserted highway or at least a quadriplegic from a cliff diving accident or something, but no, I’m at least still half alive in [...]
