Archive for March, 2009

Without The Wild Side of Creation, The Fire Goes Flat…by Julie Buffaloe-Yoder

Posted in Julie Buffaloe-Yoder on March 4, 2009 by Scot

For Art Coelho
Mentor, friend
The title, his words

You taught me how
to poke it, stoke it
pour whiskey on it
keep it roaring hot.
It ain’t pretty, slick,
or academic; it learns
lessons from crickets,
coyotes howling
by bedrolls, hoboes,
coal trains in the night.
Pork and beans
around a ring
sticks ticking
hissing bark
nails shooting
popping hot blue
stories after dark.
A good student,
I will never let
the wild eyed girl
burn out.
I won’t let the bastards
take the flame, I won’t
let them piss it down
to embers.
Pistols in my lines,
thunder in my stomach,
thick brown gravy
on an old tin plate.
Sparks flying
from my lips,
I tip my hat
to the master,
pass the flask
to the next
one in line.
We’ll go down
flinging fire
through the grate.

THE LAST WORD…by Joie Cook (day 3)

Posted in Joie Cook on March 1, 2009 by Scot

What was it that we said at the end of our run?
Do you remember?
Were we wolves in the night howling at each other?
Were we running deer mating in an Appalachian forest?
Were we cats?  dogs?
Did we bark, meow?
What did we say?
I can’t remember our last words.
Were they final?
Like, OK, this is THE END.  GO AWAY NOW.
Was it something like that?
Or something we read?  Smelled?
Did we use words?
Was it something we said in a moment of duress?
Were we clothed or undressed?
Were we drinking?
Closed in by the fog
In some dank corner
Of the sky?
I can’t remember our last words.
And I’ll never stop wishing I could.

Joie Cook
December 8, 2008
San Francisco, CA