Collating life on paper,
pages in order
inside cardstock covers,
becomes humbling—
printer malfunctions,
ink running dry
while it rains real poetry
in the dark beyond me.
A chapter of drought
that forever changed
a thirsty landscape
rising into the sky—
an ascension of dust
we ingested and overcame.
We can close the book
never more the same.
drycrikjournal 
A most poetic summary. Good luck with the sales!
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Thanks, but I won’t quit my day job.
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A new publication? Congrats.
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Thanks, Tim. I haven’t put anything together during the past two years of drought, and not time enough before the Elko Gathering for anything more substantial, looming in the wings. It is an uplifting collection from the dry years, I think, a contrast with silver linings, a quick slice of life on the ranch.
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John, do you ever do any readings? A poetry slam or others?
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“while it rains real poetry
in the dark beyond me”
WOW!
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Well, thank you. You know what I mean, completely. Merry Christmas 🙂
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Merry Christmas to you as well!
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