ropin’ and rhymin’

August 19, 2008

I’m a cowboy poet, I tell my lies in rhyme. And I travel to them gatherings, to have a high ol’ time. There are only three Canadians, he says, who make a living penning rhymes from the range and he is the only one still cowboying, although no longer for a living.

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This is my blog wherein I, Dana Guthrie Martin, write things and stuff. Most of the time, writing and I hobble along in a sort of three-legged race where there is no finish line. (more...)

Accessibility wasn’t one of the virtues I learned coming up. Great poems are rough, crude, loud, gnarled, hermetic. They are thinking great ideas but they aren’t talking to you about it. — Sharon Bryan