George Perreault

has worked as a visiting writer in Montana, New Mexico, and Utah. His most recent book is Bodark County, a collection of poems in the voices of characters living on the Llano Estacado in West Texas. Perreault’s poetry has appeared in journals and anthologies in the US, Canada, Ireland, England, and India.


The Range

             for Mark Fitzgerald

this guy I know
his dad just died

his kid’s seven and
mine at that age

she traced the outline
of a running horse

the inside streaked with pencil
now faded red and black

everyone’s a pony she said
made of just the wind

so maybe we’re back
to plainsong again

each night sad
with each other’s sadness

each day
redeemable as the next

echoes like an old cathedral,
hoofbeats on the range