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The death of a moon cowboy: Even winter
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Monday, May 24, 2010. Waning sunlight clings to the mountaintops. Like a snow of red cinders from a dying campfire. It sets behind West Mountain and Utah Lake,. A glimmering pool of reflected magma spreads. In tendrils weaker and weaker. In a crepuscular hurry. Grey the sky fades, dead and ashen.
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The death of a moon cowboy: 04/2010
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Monday, April 05, 2010. Life moves in a current. First night in a different house. The first out of another:. An old nourishing home that was always too cramped,. That we found a hindrance and complained about. Still we decorated it gently,. Draped lights and colorful tapestries about,. Through...
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The death of a moon cowboy: 08/2010
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Wednesday, August 25, 2010. The city's own silence. I stole out from the club and it was snowing. A wet snow like rain,. Sifting down it spat my cheeks and didn't stick,. Went right through to the skin,. Made wetter my shirt and. Dampened the smell of smoke. Walking I watched the halfbright.
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The death of a moon cowboy: 03/2010
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Wednesday, March 24, 2010. Still half asleep, opened eyes barely;. Woke at two, three, four and so on. Packed snowdrifts stream by in subfreezing weather. Fogged eyes and rear windows. The motor hums and warms and. Spit little bolts of fire inside like. Fresh sunburts propelling a new day,.
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The death of a moon cowboy: New Mexico in October
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Thursday, January 13, 2011. New Mexico in October. There was yucca everywhere,. And sagebrush and rabbitbrush. And prickly pear and cholla. Huge thunderheads painting it all. Endless skylines, interrupting mountain. Ranges, sand and hot springs and caves. Camping just about anywhere. Oh how i m...
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The death of a moon cowboy: Snow on your day
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Saturday, March 13, 2010. Snow on your day. On your day it's snowing,. Wet and pale like your first moment,. All wide-mouthed and noise and glistening. So small, your tottering form. Has never been enough to contain. All that spirit and raucous laughing. It's more than a little paradoxical.
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The death of a moon cowboy: 06/2010
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Wednesday, June 16, 2010. Once I drove seven hundred miles. Across the pocked face of Nevada. Having slept one hour in two nights. My mind wandered and I sang and swerved,. The mirrored brine pools along I-15. Reflected splintery fenceposts and. This lone pickup truck sailing like a swan. I am ...
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The death of a moon cowboy: 06/2011
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Monday, June 06, 2011. I finally have posted my next poem. Long wait. About the ghost town of Sego in the Book Cliffs. Bones of old coal-surveyors. And rickety leaning piles of roof timbers. Eroding thin like coffin lids. Over fallen tin and concrete foundation,. Deep into morning's light.
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The death of a moon cowboy: 10/2011
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The death of a moon cowboy. I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them. Wednesday, October 19, 2011. In honor of our impending trip back to New Zealand tomorrow! I wanted to post my Rotorua poem from last year's trip. I orginally envisioned writing a series of New Zealand poems- one for each day- and I still may do just that. Wrapping these cotton threads in an.
