Nun

He compresses all the music he owns into a tiny device no thicker than a wafer. Now, as he freezes his ass off on a road outside Butte, he puts …

Mustang

He hears them cropping grass one night near the National Forest. Horses live two, three years in the wild. They are pre- historic. They don’t consort with fences. Montana grass …

Play, Antelope

There is no plural in the tongue of the west. The mountains rise from the singular. Stark teeth populate the Crazies but there is only one heart. One one one …

Altitude

He finds the goddess one sweet November day. These mountains are like new, she says. Run your hand over granite seamed with mica. Put your face on the stone. I’ll …

Migration

A black-capped chickadee on a feeder in southeast Iowa flies all the way to Livingston. Montana is within his normal range. Winter is coming on. You will have to consider …

The Four Seasons

1. Snow swirls around the hands, the feet. Eyes open, hearts clench their fists. The body is a volcano. 2. The sun blinks its yellow eye. Wind blows the ice …

Iowa River

Some days are bleak necessity. Wind roils the river. The bridge nearly touches the surface. The rain has stopped and the floods are done. Walk the debris field at water’s …

Camping Outside Helena

Early Beethoven, the Eroica say. The timpani crashes announcing Napolean can still save us all. The vets coming back from the good war, the GI bill. Build cars in Detroit, …