Dictatorship of the Environment
In spirit, he's reminiscent of the late, great, Thomas McGrath.
Doug Marx, Northwest Writer's Inc., Portland, Oregon
Charles Potts is the aboriginal Idahoan who went to the Bay Area and made them invent Mario Savio.
Edward Dorn, Rolling Stock, Denver, Colorado
Over the last 35 years, from Idaho to San Francisco and back, he's been a player.
James Bertolino, Sniper Logic VI, Boulder, Colorado
Steve Miller might've coined the term 'Space Cowboy' to be applied directly to this guy.
Rich Mangelsdorff, The Redneck Review of Literature, Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Under the empty moon We get to watch The dead running backwards In their grade B movie of time. Their once lively images In the quick lime of celluloid Sucked back into the projector And wound up with nitrite on their weenies. Indian Summer rained out. The dead will not fall down. They march like an army Of poets from the past. Under the sacred skirt of literature, Their abortions are fully performed. The Dictatorship of the Environment The dictatorship of the environment Will be the final arbiter of The future forms of life. Because our assholes are behind us, We'd hoped to leave our shit there too, And move like Manifest Destiny, Always forward into paradise.

