Vesper Wolves
Vesper Wolves (from a dream) by Ray Bonnell What is sleep But the hunting ground of the mind Where the subconscious winnows the herd And vesper wolves haunt my dreams. Chest-high...
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“Ode of the North” by Joseph Ulmer (found tacked to the wall of a cabin on Deadwood Creek)
Take a drink with a friend or friends when you have a chance. When using a man’s cabin and before leaving wash the dishes, leave shavings and kindling and as much wood cut as...
An Afternoon at John Haines’s Homestead
Poem of the Forgotten by John Haines* I came to this place, a young man green and lonely. Well quit of the world, I framed a house of moss and timber, called it a...
