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Winter Monument (For Crazy Horse)
When one drives through the Badlands or the Gila wilderness at night, one keeps company with the stars. They are never more visible, never more...
Girl of the Emerald Sky
It is that time of year again. Miami has allowed the circus of mental defectives that comprise the art world to pitch its tent on South-Beach. ...
Girl of the Pachinko Garden
In Tokyo, particularly in Roppongi and Sinjuku, there are Pachinko parlors everywhere. They are kind of like the American equivalent of slot ma...
Girl of the Winter Stars
Every once in a while I think I make a signature piece ñ one of those that kind of sums up what I’ve learned lately. In Japan I began to like h...
Girl of the Falling Planets,
I’ve written a lot of love poems. This one is kind of a love poem for Japan or, more specifically, Tokyo. It is seductive and full of secrets ...
The White Lodge
As a kid, I remember seeing cars and trucks with dead deer lashed to them in autumn. Deer Season. The men in our neighborhood would go up to W...
The Black Petals
There is a lovely flower store across the street from my studio called Larkspur. My friend, Beth Barnett, owns it. Sometimes when it is gray a...
The Snake Planets
I love snakes. As a kid, I had many boas, corn snakes, fox snakes, and once a speckled king snake that was as beautiful and lithe as yellow-dot...
Winter Crosses
Winter in the Badlands is, to say the least, formidable. The wind, hail, snow and freezing-sideways-rain can create a whiteout in seconds. It i...
The Deer Music
In Larry McMurtry‘s splendid Crazy Horse, the author does something really smart, he measures what Crazy Horse means to his people and to us as ...
The Spider Music
When my daughter Gaby was small, I used to read her my favorite children’s book, Charlotte’s Web. it was a gorgeous allegory about right and wro...