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MARCH HAIKU

Posted on March 23, 2025 by | 2 comments

On top of the world
the fat calves are curious—
nothing else to do.

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MINING THE MOON

Posted on March 20, 2025 by | 2 comments

What has happened to the world,
the people, the planet,
now that we can measure

parts per billion,
the distance in light years
to the nearest black hole.

Crowded in corrals,
we are bent beneath the weight
of useless information

shouldering our way
to the EXIT gate
to shed the burdens

of mind and flesh—
lifetimes spent
trying to escape?

What has happened to the world,
this magic planet,
its Mother Goose,

her golden eggs
the rogues are after
mining the moon?

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TANGIBLE FANTASY

Posted on March 17, 2025 by | 1 comment

When the rains come right
and knee-deep green feed hides
beneath Fiddleneck in the flats,

we forget the bare, baked slopes
cut by dusty cow trails plunging
to the murmur of the diesel truck

spilling alfalfa flakes the length
of undressed pastures—lost bawling
calves and slow thin cows.

So blessed to have disremembered
the lean dry times, we believe
the miracle is normal, that Hera

and her daughters will set-up camp
and stay a fruitful future for man
and beast, creeks in the canyons—

a tangible fantasy for the thriving
when the rains come right
to change our way of thinking.

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WE KNOW BETTER

Posted on February 21, 2025 by | 2 comments

We know better than to claim
success when the grass is belly-high
and Dry Creek runs year-round.

We know the fickle temperament
of the wild gods and goddesses
who have few rules and no obligations

to monied interests, no crusades
to justify their integrity: certain
dominion over man’s campaigns

to domesticate their nature
for a dollar—that will, in time, undermine
humanity’s conceit for much less.

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ADDENDUM

Posted on February 14, 2025 by | 3 comments

Dim light above the kitchen table,
wet wedding rings beneath ceramic coffee cups,
shod horses fidget in the aluminum gooseneck
outside before daylight.

“Are Bud and Monte comin’?”
“Nope, just you and me, Babe,” he grins
showing teeth beneath his moustache.

“Any stars?” she asks. “It’s s’posed to rain,
you know, sometime today.”

“A few holes in the clouds is all,”
as he looks up at the ceiling.

“With a little luck
we ought to make it up the hill
before it gets slick,
get the cattle down
and be home by the fire
before it gets too wet.”

After a pause and long swallow, she asks,
“You know what day it is?”

“Thursday, I think”

“Is that all?” she lets trail on her way to the sink.
“Oh, I’ll be goddamned:

Happy Valentine’s Day!”

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ON A GRAY DAY

Posted on February 10, 2025 by | 1 comment

1.
Crows circle,
coyotes skulk
and a Red Tail watches

on a bare oak branch
for a ground squirrel
to wake and warm

atop a rock at dawn.
Everybody’s hungry
in February.

2.
Cold marble ceiling,
precursor to another
stream of storms predicted

to test the levees,
erase the landscapes
of man’s mistakes,

but likely missing
a golden opportunity
for humanity.

3.
The imbalanced weight
of man’s achievements
and herded hostilities

wobbles the planet’s
tipsy equilibrium
between war and peace,

the struggle for power
over Nature
to right herself.

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THE VOCAL MINORITY

Posted on January 7, 2025 by | 2 comments 

Night showers, cold damp dawn,
intense coyote octaves shrill—an eerie 
screaming claims the canyon

as I search for forgotten details 
for the morning’s branding, 
worried for baby calves

before the crew arrives
for coffee and last minute
plans.  What rarity has triggered

this assault on silence, what wild 
imperative, what joy requires
such passionate agreement?

What have I missed
not learning the language
after fifty-five years?



I really dislike word press. I have wasted too much time today simply trying to pass along a comment on your blog entry today about coyotes. Before I moved to la la land north, at the ranch I used to enjoy this vocal minority calling to each other from valley floor (even if at times it sounded as if it was coming from just outside our bedroom window) to the upper hills and then beyond into the canyons and back again. Lonely.  Eerie.  Beautiful.
Keep on writing, my friend. You weave beautiful poetry beyond telling city folks about life (mostly work) on the ranch up Dry Creek Road. 

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YELLOWSTONE MYTH

Posted on January 1, 2025 by | 10 comments 

The TV cowboys have the best
scripts, estates and corporate jets
to glorify an endangered West
planted with ranchettes

like Jimson Weed
to play make believe
with 100 X beaver lids
and Lucchese boots

no cowman could afford
for looks to match the myth.
  

 https://inthesetimes.com/article/yellowstone-tv-show-finale-gentrification-development-west

 

Comment:

I live within minutes of the Dutton Ranch. It was/is a cartoon of itself long before Hollywood “found” it . As it was “built” on the same mythology before “Yellowstone”  it is NO surprise Hollywood found it perfect for the perpetuation of the myths.   That it is in the Bitteroot Valley, portrayed as Paradise Valley actually on the Yellowstone River , not the Bitterroot River is the least egregious offense of artistic license.

Yes, the perfect set and backdrop to advance the mythology and to pump in enough cash for a few years to “jazz up” a very poor local economy, enriching a few while leaving them detritus of unaffordable housing and other long term burdens that go with ALL boom and bust cycles.

That the “series” collided with  a pandemic driven, house bound, binging viewership was an unfortunate coincidence.  That, along with the ridiculous home prices in some places fueled a mass migration to seemingly cheap relocation opportunities.  The migrants arrived with mountains of cash and the beatific notions of their new “home” grounded in the mythologies absorbed from a screen that they continue to be glued to as the beauty of the real Montana is paying the exorbitant price for simply being beautiful; as if there are NO other considerations.

“They” know not of what they’ve wrought.

-jegrant47

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SUNDAY

Posted on December 30, 2024 by | 1 comment 


Light rain like fog
gray in the canyon
closes the world away—

privacy to contemplate
the prolonged moment
that asks no questions

of the no one
you have become
among the mountains.

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DRY CRIK CRAWL

Posted on December 27, 2024 by | 6 comments 

Gabe Arroyo would make his rounds
like a jovial Santa at Christmas
with a pickup load of honey and Patron

on the ranches where he kept his hives
for the winter—have an early morning toast
to the New Year:

	1 generous shot of Tequilla
	2 shots of fresh-squeezed orange juice
	in a glass of pomegranate nectar

leftover from Robbin’s jelly. He’d get a jar 
and we’d have another round or so 
his son-in-law could drive him home.

Gabe’s gone, but we make merry
with his holiday spirit
as if he were still here.

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