cowgirl in the snow : Writing

maybe it was just the night

maybe it was just the night

A Poem by cowgirl in the snow


i held him close and said look, i am an open book. but he read me as thoughi were written in braille and either he was really blindor just afrai..
no one ever counts the blood in as part of the bargain

no one ever counts the blood in as part of the bar..

A Poem by cowgirl in the snow


ever since i gave you my address i've been getting weekly airmail packages in plain brown boxes marked handle with care filled with your o..
one for michael

one for michael

A Poem by cowgirl in the snow


michael, i don't know where to begin somewhere between your pills and my love for him and the years that parted our summers we became str..
stocks go up, stockings down

stocks go up, stockings down

A Poem by cowgirl in the snow


there are no more walls that need rearranging and the exhibitions are all open to the public you examine a conversation piece and check the ..