The Sawmill*
I am the sawmill abandoned even by the ghosts in the middle of the pasture. Opera! Opera! The horses won't go near my God-damn thing. They stay over by the creek.
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Nobody Knows What the Experience Is Worth
Nobody knows what the experience is worth but it's better than sitting on your hands, I keep telling myself.
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The Kittens of August
The kittens of August are _s cats now and all the leaves have fallen from the two trees by the creek that were so short a time ago shade, and now the hunters are sighting in their rifles for: antelope, deer, bear, elk…
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A Penny Smooth as a Star
I keep forgetting the same thing: over and over again. I know it's important but I keep on forgetting it. I've forgotten it so many times that it's like a coin in my mind that's never been minted. Tom's House Montana…
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Early Spring Mud Puddle at an Off Angle
That's how I feel. October 5
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Big Dipper
This is the biggest Big Dipper that I've ever seen. Pine Creek Montana Evening October 4
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Nothing Is Being Taught In The Palace Today
The desks are silent as tombstones. The chalkboard is coated with spider webs. The erasers are ticking like bombs. The recess bell has turned to mud, etc. I think you get the picture: Nothing is being taught in the palace today. September 7
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Sorry About That
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet. —Rudyard Kipling waiting . . . fresh snow in the Absarokas (pronounced Ab-SOAR-kause) waiting . . . snow / beautiful / mountains answered by warm autumn sun down here in the valley…
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Seconds
With so short a time to live and think about stuff, I've spent just about the right amount of time on this butterfly. 20 A warm afternoon Pine Creek, Montana September 3
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Nine Crows: Two Out of Sequence
1,2,3,4,5,7,6,8,9 September 1
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Dive Bombing the Lower Emotions
I was dive-bombing the lower emotions on a typical yesterday . . . after I had sworn never to do it again. I guess never's too long a time to stay out of the cockpit with the wind screaming down the wings and the target almost praying itself into your sights.…
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5 / Comet Telegram
Two words: Camelot gone
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4 / The Shadow of Seven Years' Bad Luck
A face concocted from leftovers of other faces needs a mirror put together from pieces of broken mirrors.
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3 / A Telescope, A Planetarium, A Firmament of Crows
It is a very dark place without stars, and even when you arrive there twenty minutes early, . . . you are late.
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2 / Fresh Paint
Why is it when I walk past funeral parlors they remind me of the smell of fresh paint and I can feel the smell in my stomach? It does not feel like food.
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1 / The Curve of Forgotten Things
Things slowly curve out of sight until they are gone. Afterwards only the curve remains.
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Put the Coffee On, Bubbles, I'm Coming Home
Part 7 Everybody's coming home except Captain Martin.
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Carol the Waitress Remembers Still
Part 6 Yes, that's the table where Captain Martin sat. Yes, that one. By the window. He would sit there alone for hours at a time, staring out at the sea. He always had one plain doughnut and a cup of coffee. I don't know what he was looking at.
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Famous People and Their Friends
Part 5 Famous people and their friends get to go to places where you can only imagine what they are doing. I was at a party two nights ago* and a famous person was there. When he left five or six people left with him.…
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Small Craft Warnings
Part 4 Small craft warnings mean nothing to Captain Martin . . . nothing . . . like somebody deliberately choosing not to look out the window, so the window remains empty.
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