“I pour out gin to my mothers as if it will soothe us all.” …poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter”
It was one of those early November days when winter is a certainty yet the memory of summer still clings in warm fall golds to the Aspens and willows bunched in bright clumps on the hillsides and in the hollows. The first snows had whitened Idaho’s majestic mountains, driving the big bucks down from their […]
ballad-style poem from the collection, “One Coyote Winter.”
A poem about death, published in “H.O.D.” (Handfull Of Dust) October 2011 and in “Howl” January 2014.