"Igneous Love" by Kim Holland Bedrock of fire, once a red-black molten desire You were my igneous love. We were volcanic, new born, ignoring obstacles blocking our way, two merging as one incandescent orange light. Then gyre of steam and swirling sea, our shallow tidal slips harbored new life and we discovered a finer soil. Small imprints scored sandstone flesh with color as we pressed together our metamorphic lips. Shale hearts beneath glacial breasts wonder, how do eons sketch so completely and so soon? Rivers purge our depths, the firmament hollows. Canyons glazed in vermilion shadows and moon light etch compositions, whisper secrets on our shores, as we echo this and more. We were this and so much more. |
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Old Sweet Songs: A Prairie Home Companion 1974-1976
Lovingly selected from the earliest archives of A Prairie Home Companion, this heirloom collection represents the music from earliest years of the now legendary show: 1974–1976. With songs and tunes from jazz pianist Butch Thompson, mandolin maestro Peter Ostroushko, Dakota Dave Hull and the first house band, The Powdermilk Biscuit Band (Adam Granger, Bob Douglas and Mary DuShane).








