Monthly Archives: June 2011

~Momma’s Truck/The Coloradoan~

~ we were city folks ~ my stepdad grew up on a farm ~ bought a rundown ranch in Wyoming when he retired ~ Momma asked what I wanted of her things when she passed away ~ I refused to … Continue reading

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~Mirage~

    ~Mirage~   ~they sat in a circle~the two of them~theirs was a shared awareness of no thing~infinite possibilities~a vision of Lords dansed between them~will of Creator~wisp of essence~incapable of boredom~with some sense of humor~a combined energy~given birth the … Continue reading

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~Mirage~

~Little Jesus~ ~Mirage~ ~they sat in a circle~the two of them~theirs was a shared awareness of no thing~infinite possibilities~a vision of Lords dansed between them~will of Creator~wisp of essence~incapable of boredom~with some sense of humor~a combined energy~given birth the moment~ … Continue reading

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~Pariah~

  ~do you have any idea~how precious & delicious our garbage is to children of poverty~how much better it tastes than government commodities~have you seen hunger’s children gobble & rush to eat~when mother notices worms crawling the food~that they might … Continue reading

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~Pariah~

~do you have any idea~how precious & delicious our garbage is to children of poverty~how much better it tastes than government commodities~have you seen hunger’s children gobble & rush to eat~when mother notices worms crawling the food~that they might consume … Continue reading

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~Day 982~Departure~

~standing on the cliffs’ edge~violent waves crashing beneath her~a sea lion dashed against ragged stones~eyes damp~hair blown wind~mourning the creature its death~a bit of something in herself~maudlin she thought~raised her arms~howled~a wounded thing she was~ ~1000 Days~ ~Day 982~ ~Departure~ … Continue reading

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~I’m Bound to Ride Again~

~three Colorado poor boys & a Les Paul totin’ guitar man from New York~the Fly by Night band~one of our first original songs~an agent heard it when we played the Sabers’ Hotrod Club gig~ Currigan Hall~he had to put the … Continue reading

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