Posted on January 17th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans
I’m listening
to Kell Robertson sing When You Come Down Off The Mountain. His voice sounds like his throat has been sandblasted raw, gravel over gravel, bourbon through phlegm. The second he sings the line, Just remember, you gotta [...]
Filed under: A.D. Winans, Kell Robertson, Todd Moore
Comments Off
Posted on January 17th, 2010 by Monsieur K.
Cowboy Poet, Kell Robertson, Outside Vesuvio’s Bar, North Beach, San Francisco, 2001, Copyright: A.D. Winans
I’m listening
to Kell Robertson sing When You Come Down Off The Mountain. His voice sounds like his throat has been sandblasted raw, gravel over gravel, bourbon through phlegm. The second he sings the line, Just remember, you gotta [...]
Filed under: essays by todd moore
Comments Off
Posted on October 3rd, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Writing poetry in america.
Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, some guy has a stop watch on you, the hangover you are [...]
Filed under: Todd Moore
Comments Off
Posted on October 3rd, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Writing poetry in america.
Writing poetry in america under the sign of the gun. Writing poetry in some broken down american bar. Writing poetry while trying to drive a cab. In america. Writing poetry while working at the post office, some guy has a stop watch on you, the hangover you are [...]
Filed under: essays by todd moore
Comments Off
Posted on September 24th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Falling asleep in outlaw country.
Falling asleep in Boot Hill Bed and Breakfast in outlaw country, the Wyatt Earp room. Falling asleep in outlaw country with the sounds of the trains whistling down the tracks. Falling asleep in outlaw country, in the heart of Dodge City, Kansas. Falling into a deep blood sleep [...]
Filed under: Todd Moore
Comments Off
Posted on September 24th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Falling asleep in outlaw country.
Falling asleep in Boot Hill Bed and Breakfast in outlaw country, the Wyatt Earp room. Falling asleep in outlaw country with the sounds of the trains whistling down the tracks. Falling asleep in outlaw country, in the heart of Dodge City, Kansas. Falling into a deep blood sleep [...]
Filed under: essays by todd moore
Comments Off
Posted on April 29th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Filed under: Kell Robertson, Todd Moore
Comments Off
Posted on April 29th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Filed under: reviews by todd moore
Comments Off
Posted on April 10th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Filed under: Todd Moore
Comments Off
Posted on April 10th, 2009 by Monsieur K.
Filed under: essays by todd moore
Comments Off