SPRING SNOW brings down power linws

The power failed

the always on technology

suddenly off,

watched the snow fall

and listened to the silence .

Its not a Tornado its Just a Train

 Awake at 3 am ,

Dogs howling , 

at a freight train

headed towards Billings

and points east

Its Spring Time in Bozeman

Its Spring Time in Bozeman


Ground squirrels

dart

in front of my car,


I feel like 

the Angel 


of Death.

comes the thaw

Winter has been hard

On the feral Writers of Montana.

Up on the Shields river

their Cast off pages

gather in wind blown clumps

among the willow

and you can find

the remains of their marriage

at the Ringling bar .

  this is such a great way to show respect for our elders and also come to terms with death. 

enjoyable read


http://roadsandkingdoms.com/2015/bringing-out-the-dead/

When we go to war

When we go to War

when we send our kids to war

it should not just be something

we watch on TV

Or listen to as we drive to work

in our SUV , sipping a $5.00 Latte

War means people dying

Cultures clashing ,

Every Bomb dropped , bullet shot,

Soldier deployed is a cost.

It used to be when we sent our Kids to war

we had a draft , a war tax and a blood drive

Now we just change the Channel to

some feel good reality TV.

Main Street Story , short and tragic 

The Bar in the basement of the old Bozeman hotel was crowded and

Kurt was a little too old to be cool here . . Demitri was behind the

bar , Kurt knew his drinks would be watered down, if he got served

at all. Kurt hoped that Demitri's work visa would be yanked soon and

he'd be sent back to Putin's Paradise .

The waitress working the floor was Vickie . Kurt looked for a table

near the door . Vickie would give him a free drink occasionally , She

had a thing for him ,or at least he hoped she did. “ Hell ,” he said to

himself as he took a seat, “ She could just think I looked like he

father. What the hell for a free beer and a smile, I'll be dad ! “

Vickie brought him a beer without asking, “what can I get ya ?”

( was he that predictable ?) What was he doing looking for in this bar

or in this beer ?

Was the young couple ,at the next table twittering on their smart

phones so interested in updating their status that they ignored the

person they came in with any better off than him ?

“well who am I to Judge, I'm alone in a crowded bar talking to my

self.”

Kurt should of left right then , but he stayed and had one beer to many and then the

midget climbed up ( took him a while ) on the stool opposite me . He did not

look happy , because of the beer and my lack of verbal self control Kurt asked “

you're not happy so which Dwarf are you ?” then he shot Kurt in the chest and

he died .