western author http://mtpr.org en "Montana Inventory" http://mtpr.org/post/montana-inventory <p><font size="2"><span style="font-size:10pt;">At 85 miles an hour an insect splattered<br />like saffron on the windshield<br />and a white cloud in blue sky above the<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; speed-curried bug</span></font></p><p>-------------------------------------------------------------------</p> Mon, 21 Jul 2014 12:00:00 +0000 Richard Brautigan 21918 at http://mtpr.org "Montana Inventory" "In A Field" http://mtpr.org/post/field <p></p> Mon, 14 Jul 2014 12:19:00 +0000 Robert Pack 21892 at http://mtpr.org "In A Field" Molly Caro May's Search for Place http://mtpr.org/post/molly-caro-mays-search-place <p>During this program, Molly Caro May talks about her nomadic childhood and her search for a place to "be from." She also reads from her new memoir, <a href="http://www.factandfictionbooks.com/book/9781619022362">The Map of Enough: One Woman's Search for Place</a>.</p> Wed, 04 Jun 2014 15:19:36 +0000 Chérie Newman 19972 at http://mtpr.org Molly Caro May's Search for Place "Beside the Road While Our Nation Is at War" http://mtpr.org/post/beside-road-while-our-nation-war <p>In our son's young hand,<br />borrowed from the ground in California,<br />five acorns glisten and roll.<br />"Dad! These could be bullets!<br />Will you help me make a gun?"<br /><br />His eyes look up into mine.<br /><br />"Or Dad! They could be magic<br />seeds! Will you help me make<br />a bag with a hole—so<br />they drop along the path<br />and grow?" I take his hand in mine.</p><p><br />"Little friend, we must decide."</p><p>-------------------------------------------------------------------</p> Mon, 26 May 2014 16:21:00 +0000 Kim Stafford 18047 at http://mtpr.org "Beside the Road While Our Nation Is at War" Paul Zarzyski Compares Writing Poetry to Riding Rodeo Broncs http://mtpr.org/post/paul-zarzyski-compares-writing-poetry-riding-rodeo-broncs <p>During this program, <a href="http://www.paulzarzyski.com/" target="_blank">Paul Zarzyski</a> talks about and reads from his latest collections of poetry and prose, <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com/steering-with-my-knees-by-paul-zarzyski/" target="_blank">Steering With My Knees</a> and <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com/51-by-paul-zarzyski/" target="_blank">51: 30 Poems, 20 Lyrics, 1 Self-Interview</a>, both published by <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com" target="_blank">Bangtail Press</a>.</p><p>Including:</p> Thu, 24 Apr 2014 12:19:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 18015 at http://mtpr.org Paul Zarzyski Compares Writing Poetry to Riding Rodeo Broncs "Parowan Canyon" http://mtpr.org/post/parowan-canyon <p>When granite and sandstone begin to blur<br />and flow, the eye rests on cool white aspen.<br />Strange, their seeming transparency.<br />How as in a sudden flash one remembers<br />a forgotten name, so the recollection.<br />Aspen.<br /><br />With a breeze in them, their quiet rhythms,<br />shimmering, quaking. Powder on the palm.<br />Cool on the cheek. Such delicacy<br />the brittle wood, limbs snapping<br />at a grasp, whole trees tumbling in the winds.<br />Sweet scent on a swollen afternoon.<br />Autumn, leaves falling one upon another, gold Mon, 21 Apr 2014 12:05:00 +0000 David Lee 17718 at http://mtpr.org "Parowan Canyon" "Clark Rockefeller" Fools Seasoned Journalist http://mtpr.org/post/clark-rockefeller-fools-seasoned-journalist <p><span class="piece-description-lead">Walter Kirn talks about and reads from his memoir <a href="http://www.factandfictionbooks.com/book/9780871404510" target="_blank">Blood Will Out: The True Story of Murder, a Mystery and a Masquerade</a></span>.</p><p><strong>About the Book:</strong></p> Thu, 17 Apr 2014 12:00:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 17693 at http://mtpr.org "Clark Rockefeller" Fools Seasoned Journalist Flood Song http://mtpr.org/post/flood-song <p>He wanted to hold back gas-soaked doves with a questioning glance;<br />he wanted the clock to tick, downwind from this gavel and pew,<br />from this leash, bucket, drainpipe, and mildewed cracker,<br />from the mind's muddy swan served on a platter with lemon rids,<br />from spiders scurrying over its bone-polished surface,<br />from crosshatches punched into its shredded time card,<br />from the desert near the tree line where the molting must have begun,<br />where crushed bodies heave warm, jellylife,<br />in the thicket at the foot of the wandering, Mon, 14 Apr 2014 15:13:57 +0000 Sherwin Bitsui 17615 at http://mtpr.org Flood Song "The Moment" http://mtpr.org/post/moment <p>In those days, Betty Crocker<br />always called for sifted flour, and so<br />in homes across America, women sifted.<br />When my mother's mother turned<br />the wobbly red knob, hulls and stones<br />jumped in the wire basket,<br />but by my mother's time<br />the flour was fine—<br />now women sifted to achieve<br />precision, purity, perfection.<br />It made the white flour whiter.<br />Then flour came in bags,<br />already sifted, and women stopped<br />making their own cakes and bread,<br />and didn't have time anyway<br />for sifting. But for a flicker Mon, 07 Apr 2014 12:43:00 +0000 Jane Hilberry 16196 at http://mtpr.org "The Moment" "Spring" http://mtpr.org/post/spring <p>Five first crocuses burst into bird-brilliant bloom<br />and suddenly everything flies: behind a car<br />ascraps of paper rise, two from a flock, startled dumb.<br />Some lives begin in abstraction; others end there.<br />If I find the child's fist this universe bloomed from<br />I will close it again as my own five fingers,<br />say worlds as one sentence, fit them into a name<br />for gold overwhelming finches, feather by feather.<br />With leaves returned, we still hear birds bu see them now<br />only when they fly. It's hard to see anything, Mon, 31 Mar 2014 12:42:00 +0000 H. L. Hix 16211 at http://mtpr.org "Spring"