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Monday Poems
9:52 am
Mon December 16, 2013

"Saturdays with My Father at the Museum of Natural History"

Incomplete Strangers, poetry by Robert McNamara

Even as bones they were sublime, the sky-
scraping brachyo- an brontosauri,
tree-boned haunches, handfuls of arm-length claws,
T. Rex with teeth uncountable as stars.
In my mind, they were fleshed, they ripped and gnawed.
Crossing Central Park at dusk, I'd see
the giants grazing still, the swaying treetops
hiding some great nibbling head, and hear
them in the ground-juddering thunder
as our subway shot like progress from the dark.
Then swallowed us, like some great whale or ark.

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Monday Poems
6:15 am
Mon December 9, 2013

"The Snow In Wyoming"

Written In Missoula: poems by Eduardo Chirinos

...let's see what words you'll use to write the poems you write today, dreaming of Wyoming.
                       -
Miguel d'Ors

The dream will go wherever I go, luminous and dense
with its immovable rock ridge and water
cascading over red or yellow hillsides,
depending on the light,
                  while a buffalo's forehead
clears a path through the snow.

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Monday Poems
6:00 am
Mon December 2, 2013

"Toys 'R' War"

War, Madness, & Love, poems by Mark Gibbons and Michael Revere

Hey kid!
Need a gun for Christmas?
How 'bout a land mine, grenade launcher
or poison dart?
Wanna go to the virtual reality world
and beat down homeless people?
Hey kid!
We have loaded dice,
hemlock rice,
'n' 28 flavors of body lice.
We have cartoons of a baby buggy
loaded with 30 lbs. of TNT
exploding in a crowded Baghdad street market,
and our laser swords will glow
through Silent Night,
O Holy Night.

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Monday Poems
12:01 pm
Mon November 25, 2013

Giving Thanks, A Few Years Later

HomeFarm, poems by Josh Slotnick

The sliding barn door slams against the far wall
winter light pours in like water through floodgates
dust floats in trapped sun

I reach up and grab the feet
of one more stunned and screaming
blue-green-brown Naragansett turkey
roosting in the rafters

Quick, he's upside down, wings spread out
heavy body bouncing
against the right hip of my spattered coveralls

100 turkeys, 8 friends, 3 days before Thanksgiving

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Poetry and American Indian Culture
6:39 am
Wed November 20, 2013

Crow Indian Culture in Poetry by Henry Real Bird

Wolf Teeth: poems by Henry Real Bird

Henry Real Bird talks about Crow Indian culture and reads poems from his new collection, Wolf Teeth. He also sings a poem.

About Henry Real Bird's poetry:

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Monday Poems
6:51 am
Mon November 18, 2013

"Pick Up"

Poems Across the Big Sky: An Anthology of Montana Poets

What kind of finger to point? At which
map showing which right or southern turn? On
the newly poured shoulder, tar sucks at my shoe

I'm willing to walk out here alone, gravel grinding
my heel, gray day and the surface of the road
one continual oatmeal. No one thumbs

a ride on the frontage road but me
so no one stops but you. Stories of fingers
in the psychopath's pocket, suspicion float back

and forth in our first stumbling exchange.
You need me for company. I settle grateful.
Highway lengthens toward silence, hazard lights

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Monday Poems
11:07 am
Mon November 4, 2013

"Complexity"

There. Here., poems by Stan Sanvel Rubin

What didn't work the first time
won't work the tenth. This is true
of everything structured by desire
which continues to beat against walls
as if they can dissolve with repetition.

This is a problem in all relationships
that begin in image and end in dreams
that nag though night with what
never was and could not be.
In between these stages comes touch.

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Fiction
10:25 am
Thu October 17, 2013

Bigfork Writer Creates New Mystery Series

Death Al Dente, a mystery novel by Leslie Budewitz

Bigfork, Montana, author Leslie Budewitz talks about and reads from Death Al Dente, the first book in her new Food Lovers' Village Mystery Series.

About the Book:

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Monday Poems
10:03 am
Mon October 14, 2013

"October Aspens"

To Love That Well: Selected and New Poems by Robert Pack

I see pale yellow aspen leaves
along the shaded background mountainside
which quake and quiver in the slightest wind
as if they are determined to maintain
their named identity in bold defiance
of the seasons' change to duller hues—
and share their mood of glum diminishing.
         So what is it about this momentary glow
of quaking yellow aspen leaves,
waving along white-grayish boughs,
accompanied by shrieking crows,
cascading under purple clouds,
that suddenly evoke in me a shudder
for all transient breathing things:

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Fiction
2:25 pm
Wed October 9, 2013

Shawn Vestal's Godforsaken Idaho is Populated with Mormons

Godforsaken Idaho: Stories, by Shawn Vestal

During the program Shawn Vestal talks about and reads from his collection of stories titled 'Godforsaken Idaho.'

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