I Stole the Wolf's Clothing

A collection of poems rooted in the real summits, valleys, draws, and wide open spaces of the American West. Iron fens stained red by ancient springs. Ghost towns still humming with old music. Rivers carrying secrets downstream. A Wolf who knows the difference between being sought and being hunted. A wild heart that broke open in storm and became rooted deep in the Land. Quiet moments above a busy pass, the knowing a canyon road proffers, the deep drive of adventure inside every decaying ghost town. The West is still Wild. So are we.