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Open Range is our home for more frequent postings of art and writing from rangelands and the US West. To contribute, please see our Submit page.

From Comfort

is a tight little island, a prairie zephyr, a hoax, an average western type, is a pile of rope, pig-iron, coke, softwood, hardwood, bran & jam-stained fingers right in the time-spot, ticks in the fur.

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Whistling at Winter

I haven’t left my front yard for a week. / Chinook winds thawed just enough to be treacherous. / Now the smell of halibut melts and curly fries plea through / Celsius and Fahrenheit’s renewed agreement.

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Water Drunk

The Ogallala Aquifer sits deep below eight states spanning from South Dakota all the way to the Texas South Plains. An underground lake bedded down in sheets of sand, silt, clay, and gravel, it is ancient, and like all ancient things, it will disappear sooner than we would like.

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The Weight of It

Cows bawl and mill around outside the corral. Inside the pen, calves cluster in a corner, bawling, too. I’m astride my grulla mare, Savanna.

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