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davie
a fire lookout tops sandoval mountain. two orbs peer out of an ordinary cabin with an ordinary interior. here, cody sees smoke from afar. he makes a long-distance phone call. "help," he says. and snows... More »
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cody enters the cave in early morning. temple stones lay at the mouth, mossy, broken. looking into the dark waters within he sees himself as many- here the warrior, there the thinker, the labourer, lover... More »
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cody awoke in the night. breath bloomed above a pillow. the moon howled. "who is this?" he thought and arose. he put on shoes but not a shirt- walked down to tinker's creek across the... More »
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he worked in the barn long past dark. great grandpapa had built the huge clock piece by piece- etched the very cogs from blackened oak. now cody repaired them. the work was a deep spring... More »
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the hills rust with october leaves. students buzz about the cafeteria. cody looks up from a math text and sees a sunbeam on the table. "you find me everywhere, then," he says. "i find you... More »
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cody drives his cattle home through the far country after the first frost each fall. there in the desert beyond shoshone buttes, solace is found alone. his head fills with urban thoughts for the first... More »
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cody stood at the edge of pilgrim creek, watching the cold water flow. taking up his good hat and pocketknife, he walked steadily along its banks, ever higher into the mountains. one by one he... More »
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falling-tree, the young ojibwe, kayaks down the mississippi towards the great water. wider and wider grows the river until thick fog obscures the banks. he could turn for shore on either side, following the calls... More »
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the ocean she turned to him dramatically sighed, “you are not a man come home” but he persisted and made a tenuous peace with mountains then he broke a man’s arm (for raping a prostitute)... More »
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my hands and knees hurt- been runnin a trencher. smashed my right middle finger with a log splitting wood yesterday. sliced open my left ring finger with a broken glass washing dishes the day before... More »
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