[audioplayer file=”https://admin.rattle.com/audio/BrummelsHill.mp3″] J.V. Brummels OVER THE HILL WHERE ROCK AND ROLL DIES So again this strawberry roan broke in two […]
for Dave David, for years lost in drug-fogs, opens the throats of stunned lambs. After half
When Norman sent me for the cows I couldn’t bring them in. They stood As if they had all day
Red Shuttleworth A PLASTIC DASHBOARD JESUS? YOU KIDDIN’? I’d rather worm dogs for a living, she said, drunk as ten
Sunday afternoon dust devils chase my horse down a trail Lined with cattle carcasses and sun-bleached bones. Rattlers and scorpions
And sheep are led to the shearing shed. They tumble out, shivering, bleeding. What good to tell them, “look toward