Far Out WestPaperback, 1 September 2001

39 poems of humour and duress, written while attending to remnants of my childhood on satellite waves, realizing an inherent wackiness in these accounts of men descending from horses before buttes or saloons, speaking lines like 'This town got a sawbones?' ... They had me so dreaming that I took aim and wrote. Or wrote without hardly aiming to, one.