Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Sonw pril 30th

Montana you cruel wench
yesterday you welcome me
into your warm spring embrace
and tonight you turn frigid
The snow falls on my face
as cold as your winter heart

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Lipstick On a Pig

The scent of a City

Drunk on Absinthe
The poet dives into the Seine
Soaking up the smells of Paris,
from a thousand open sewers.
And as he drowns in the muck
he shouts up at the smog laden sky
This is reality! The myth is lipstick on a pig.”

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Bears are out in Yellowstone

 A lot of bears have been seen in Yellowstone all ready, it was a relatively mild winter I hope there is enough food for them this year

Sunday, April 7, 2013

national Poetry month, Navajo style

The Rez,' a Poem by Dennis Tom for National Poetry Month

April 05, 2013
The following poem comes to us from Dennis Tom, Navajo, and for those unfamiliar with types of poetry we'll point out that it's a sestina -- an originally-Italian poetic form that hs challened many a poet over the years. The sestina is structured around six words -- the six lines in each of the first six stanzas end with the same words, in a different order each time. The seventh stanza is three lines long, with each line containing two of the poem's central words. Writing a sestina that makes any sense isn't easy; writing one that is actually good is harder still.
It is calm and quiet here on the rez
The wind is cold
Yet there is plenty of clean air
The grass is fresh and green
The morning summer skies are turquoise blue
The sky is clear and open
The door to my hogan is open
The sun is rising on the horizon of the rez
The water near the corral is blue
And cold
Colored with a hint of green
A sense of peace is in the air
The pappus dances in the early morning air
Wild, free and open
Sage green
There’s nothing like being on the rez
The air that rushes into your lungs is crisp and cold
A 1975 Chevy truck is parked outside painted blue
The paint use to be Navy blue
The tires are no longer filled with air
It sits there alone in the cold
The doors are unlocked and the driver’s side remains open
For the past 34 years it has been parked and silent here on the rez
The crack that runs across the windshield is a thin line of green
A rough blanket covers the seat completely in Army green
On the floorboard is an enamel coffee cup still vibrant white and blue
Reminders that my father lived here on the rez
He breathed this same air
His heart pure and wide and open
He never complained about the cold
Perhaps that is why I like walking in the cold
The wisdom he shared is planted in my mind ever growing tall and green
My mind remains clear and open
My father gave me a bracelet made of silver and stones of blue
I inhale long and deep this ancient clean Navajo air
This is my home on the rez
This land is wide and open and has seen its share of winter cold
I grew up here on the rez and climbed in hundreds of tree tall and green
I now drink from the enamel blue coffee cup and breathe that same air

Read more athttp://indiancountrytodaymedianetwork.com/2013/04/05/rez-poem-dennis-tom-national-poetry-month-148607

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

A Pygmy Goat walks into a bar

 Heck I've seen worse , it was pretty common in South  Lousiana to have Snakes , Armadillo's or Gators thrown into a bar late at night. Generally I don't think there is anything wrong with animals of family's with kids in bars , as long as neither animal or child is getting drunk or being molested. I think it probably reduces violence .

BUTTE — A goat walks into a bar.
It may sound like the beginning of a joke, but the local animal shelter supervisor said it happened last weekend in Butte — and it’s no laughing matter.
An animal control officer responded at 1:30 a.m. Sunday to an unidentified bar in Butte after a patron called the police to report that a goat had been brought inside, according to Chelsea Bailey Animal Shelter Supervisor Jacki Casagranda.
The female pygmy goat, which shelter workers are calling Shirley, was picked up outside the bar and taken to the animal shelter. If her owner hasn’t come forward by Wednesday morning, Casagranda said, shelter workers will start the process to adopt her, as is the usual protocol for impounded animals.
Shirley is a sweet and friendly creature. Unfortunately, that’s not always the case with animals in public spaces, and Casagranda said the scene featuring people with lowered inhibitions and animals in a new, noisy environment doesn’t always end well. Injuries to the animal or to people around can happen, from trips to bites.
“Animals should not be in bars,” Casagranda said. “In general, for the community, for the owners, and for the animal it’s just not a good situation.”
The goat impound is a first for the local shelter, but Casagranda said animal control officers respond occasionally to other animals like dogs in bars and other public places.
So far, nobody’s claimed Shirley. Casagranda said charges occur on a case-by-case basis with impounds like this.
“Hopefully we’ll find the owner,” Casagranda said. “If not, hopefully we’ll find her a good new home.”

Read more: http://billingsgazette.com/news/state-and-regional/montana/a-goat-walks-into-a-bar-in-butte-taken-to/article_9df0fead-3c5f-57da-b0c4-83dca7e89c3d.html#ixzz2PRSgDKog

Monday, April 1, 2013

Converations with Hemingways ghost

Hemingway's ghost Is back, sitting on my couch
Bitter about the world and drinking my Scotch.
Regretful about his sins and seeking some absolution
“About the women in your life and
how you mistreated them?,” I asked
“No they knew me and they played the game,
Its the lions, bears and Elephants I've shot.
Once they were like the Buffalo as far as the eye
could see. Now they stand at the brink and I helped
the decline. “
I watched this literary shade as he guzzled my Whiskey
brewed here in Bozeangeles and pondered my response.
“ Absolution I will give you but it is a shared guilt of our American soul,
we think we are perfect and our strength in Arms is our right.”
“Its true ,” Hemingway said. “ We are the chosen and the worlds best hope.”
I watched as he finished the bottle and sadly saluted the remains.
“ I have the same faith as you Hem , but only if we consider that our power has great responsibility .
Both for humanity and the earth. Now get out of here and next time you bring the booze.”