tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13346379.post1789304488356265055..comments2023-07-14T03:20:28.970-07:00Comments on The death of a moon cowboy: The city's own silencemattbeattyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14864581561711697380noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13346379.post-55676065288031865852010-08-26T10:52:33.860-07:002010-08-26T10:52:33.860-07:00Hi baby. You always amaze me. You have such a gift...Hi baby. You always amaze me. You have such a gift. Wish we could lay there together in falling snow xoAmy Beattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08449123714163750723noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13346379.post-23677552843466443162010-08-25T23:23:17.692-07:002010-08-25T23:23:17.692-07:00i love the "shoestring tenements" and it...i love the "shoestring tenements" and it is so dreamy to read about this lazy falling snow in august! perfect timing for a perfect poem. cities are such strange places...you capture the weird boundary between energy and stillness nicely.moonshinejunkyardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02401889178583608877noreply@blogger.com