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In When We Were Birds, Joe Wilkins wrests his attention away from the griefs, deprivations, and high prairies of his Montana childhood and turns toward…
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During this special episode of The Write Question, Beth Hunter McHugh talks about creativity; Barbara Van Cleve shares her opinion about the romance of…
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by Joe WilkinsIsn't it a shame, my grandmother said,silver fork in her shivering fist,how we have to go on eating?We were sitting up to burnt…
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by Joe WilkinsFreeze Out NotchThe breath of mountainsis dry grass and sloped fieldsof winter wheat. Their eyesare bedrock and ice.Clearwater CanyonOld men…
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——Follow MeI know a place where barb-wirewreathes the heaped bones of horse.I know where we can shoulder our brightrifles and bag a twine stringof…
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Often, as mother bent her slender backto the fields, or pulled the bloody slipof a lamb into the world,I wandered the house,studying motes of dust brought…