On my last day in Montana, I reached a sheep ranch outside the town of Roundup. A friend–a Wisconsin native, Montana transplant like me–had been working and living there for the season. I played with Akbash puppies and entered the pen of orphan lambs, called bums. They suckled my fingers and chewed the belt loops on my jeans. I saw a horse named Boone buck a man off onto hard ground patched by greasewood and sage. The explanation was simple: “Some horses never buck. Some never quit.”
I’ve really been looking forward to sharing my essay “On My Last Day in Montana,” which appears in the latest issue of Poecology. It’s short, and it’s one of my favorite pieces I’ve ever written. I hope you’ll read the whole essay here: http://poecology.org/issue-3/lauren-koshere/
Also, Poecology has a new literary place map, the LitLocator. If you’re like me and love maps, take a second to check it out. Do you see the point on the map that corresponds to where “On My Last Day in Montana” takes place? How about the point in Wisconsin?
Really beautiful, Lauren. You definitely should be proud – I am proud of you too. Congratulations!
Date: Tue, 3 Sep 2013 15:30:02 +0000 To: trinajones6@hotmail.com
Thank you, Trina! I’m glad you enjoyed.
Lauren, I love this! This echoes many of my thoughts about authenticity and belonging. Thanks for this, friend!
I’m glad you could relate, Beth. Thank you for the kind words!
Lauren, I notice under your Travel sites there’s no photo of you lying on the sands of White Sands National Monument. That is a great photo!