Barbara Ras

If only I had said it as well.

Bukowski, No. 6

Was seventeen when I wandered upon this poem. Haven't stopped coming back to it.

Another week, Another Reading

Reading at the Boise Public. Great support from Log Cabin Lit Center (just on the heels of the Great Kim Barnes' Reading last week. Plus, Tony Doerr has a habit of hanging around. Pretty surreal company). Got to talk shop with some smart folks.

Reading at Boise State

Just read a bit of Till The Last Dollar Is Blown to some young bucks at BSU. Was a kick. One kid came up and did a card trick at the end. We went to Cricket's afterward and played BuckHunter and drank cheap beer and went to town on the all-you-can-eat taco buffet. It was a good, good night.

BW Photos

In the wake of Till The Last Dollar Is Blown, this little town has proved all kinds of supportive. Boise's interest in my work has been great. Below are a few shots the Boise Weekly was kind enough to take of me back in Melba. (I'm in my old backyard/field and behind the bar Roberta's mother used to run.)