ISBN 0-9706250-4-9 / 6 x 9" / 52 pp. / $12.50
“39 poems of humour and
duress, written while attending to remnants of my childhood on satellite
waves, realizing an inherent wackiness in these accounts of men descending
from horses before buttes or saloons, speaking lines like ‘This town got a
sawbones?’ or ‘I reckon not’ (see Kerouac's Old Western Movies). Some of
these films notorious even respected (Johnny Guitar) but mostly
workmanlike Cassidys from the late Thirties, unexpectedly gorgeous in
their black & white Lone Pine vistas and spirited inertias of ‘Saddle
up boys Hoppy needs ya!’ They had me so dreaming that I took aim and
wrote. Or wrote without hardly aiming to, one.”Poem: You Don't Tell Me
