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Waterhole Saloon | Whiskey and Words

December 16, 2024 Like 0 Ian Dundas

Waterhole Saloon, Stanford, Montana… Home. Stanford, Montana I knew it as a Hutterite bartering in a gravel parking lot with a tool salesman and from the gust of wind approaching the saloon blowing wet napkins across the wood bar top…

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US by Lindsey Terranova

November 14, 2024 Like 0 Guest Contributor

I’m done with the pendulum Swing right, swing left, never stops It isn’t a pendulum,

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The Artists: Now You Hear Me

August 29, 2024 Like 0 Shawn Narcensio

How ZBassSpeaks was given life and voice through the power of poetry

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Drowning

November 13, 2023 2 0 Ian Dundas

It can become overwhelming when you’re drowning and locked inside your head. The silence of a house where you hear every sound it makes each pop and chime the sound of the furnace clicking on and it echos through your…

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When the Street Signs Melt

November 6, 2023 2 0 Ian Dundas

I want to watch the Rimrocks cry during a heavy rain that spews it’s tears into the basements of those who are dumb enough to live underneath while the Shop Vacs clog and turn to mold. I want the street…

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Observations While Sitting At Walker’s Watching Cars Go By

October 30, 2023 2 0 Ian Dundas

I can’t decide if my chest pains are from anxiety or heart burn. Punishing myself for the past. Heartache. What I do know… The wind blows sticks off trees and those sticks multiply when you pick them up. Bartenders fail…

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Side Exit

October 23, 2023 Like 0 Ian Dundas

A proper suicide should be an Irish goodbye. Out the side exit stage left You duck out without a word leaving a scene a place that you didn’t want to be part of. A lifetime trying to escape and the…

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Thoughts On Good Friday While Having A Late Afternoon Drink At Doc Harper’s | Whiskey and Words

September 11, 2023 Like 0 Ian Dundas

I have never frozen to death while passed out in a snow bank but I’ve gotten hypothermia sitting next to a loved one. The worst place to puke is in the shower still drunk while Conway Twitty sings of Linda…

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Lost Words

September 7, 2023 6 0 redtornado

Maybe when you hear me speak You miss my despair so bleak, My person, my one true love Can’t hear me from way high above, He’s left, and I’m not sure if he’s coming back I pray and wish for…

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