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David E. Thomas 
WATERWORKS HILL 
David E. Thomas 
 
Montana Poets Series #5 
Craig Czury, Editor 
 
With confident voice; concise and powerful lines, and a keen mind, the writings of David Thomas toil in the places where many contemporary American writers aren't skilled or experienced enough to venture. Thomas excavates the foundations for his writing where the nature writer and working class poet overlap. He fixes hard earned observations upon person or place, event or season, and applies his honed craft, staying until the job is well done.  
 
With his latest collection, Waterworks Hill, we find a truly powerful sampling of one of America's premier writers. His mind picks up sandy WPA bricks, bleak boxcars, or Murphy's Lounge and builds them anew. Whether riding the Ecuadorian Railway or passing through the snowy mist in Hellgate Canyon, his vision is wide, encompassing, and invites us all to come along. Thomas watches where wind and water write on stone. See for yourself.  
James Jay, author of The Journeymen 
 
 
Dave Thomas, like his old visual artist friend, the late Jay Rummel, is a Montana original, a gift from the Hi-line to us refugees down in Missoula.  His poems create intimacy with all things without being sentimental.  He's in love with the grime and sweat of work done out doors amidst the beauty of rivers and a small pine growing in the shade, or being stuck at the dump; his sense of social justice is pricked by his travels into Latin America; his respect of and honor for his parents and family are the expression of the true rebel; his grief for lost friends and lovers contains the "silence / of chokecherries/ and talus."  He easily reminds us of an older, truer Montana alive in these sure-footed, hard-earned poems.  It's Saturday, and he's not on anybody's clock.  He'll take you there." 
Roger Dunsmore, Author of You're Just Dirt 
 
 
Dave Thomas invites you to lace up your boots, clean your glasses, and walk with him.  Don't miss this opportunity.  You'll work, drink, travel, and mourn-observe and celebrate the “moments” in life.  He is the blue-collared Zen master of the clear-eyed spare-form.  Dave's simple poems are simply as good as poetry gets.  They chronicle the daily joys and mysteries of this brief trip we're all on. 
                    Mark Gibbons, author of blue horizon 
 
 
From the Preface: 
 
Waterworks Hill is the chronicle of a man who is simply walking around with a camera obscura in his gut, the anxious trampling / of buffalo in his heart / of time  murmurs  secrets / in unknown ears, having learned the lessons taught from the moon. 
Craig Czury, Editor, Montana Poets Series 
Reading, Pa. 
10/10/10 
 
From the book: 
 
ANOTHER WEEK AT HOPE 
 
Slowly, slowly they all come 
          back 
the weekend red 
          in their eyes 
the gandies return 
from girlfriends 
families and solitary drunks 
          to bleak 
          boxcars and Murphy's 
Lounge 
the classic calendar shot 
          of Marilyn Monroe 
               above jukebox 
cranking out country 
               sadness 
               still only 
a nickel a tune 
stock wisecracks posted 
               on the walls 
Murph hardly ever talks 
takes your quarter 
          for a glass of beer 
shuffles to the next room 
a fishin' license 
or an ice cream cone 
               then back 
for a game of pool 
slowly, slowly they come on in 
               the scent of high pine 
and fir drifts over the evening 
               lake 
a wild tingle 
in the cheap beer 
before Monday morning 
and five more days' 
railroad sweat and grime. 
 
 
WRITING ON STONE 
 
The writing here 
     done 
     mostly 
     by wind 
and water 
a message of time 
etched 
into sandstone 
     images 
to challenge 
a wandering mind 
     the Blackfeet 
found these places 
     sacred 
these stories 
of rock  
and glacial 
     carving 
draw heartbeats 
into their shadows 
          late spring 
the Milk muddy 
          and still 
               high 
but higher 
not long ago 
     wildflowers 
in bloom 
and leaves every 
          shade 
of green 
this breeze 
full of spirit 
     and mid-day 
          sun. 
          
(for Frank and Max) 
 
David E. Thomas grew up on the Hi-Line in North-central Montana. He graduated from the University of Montana then found himself on the streets of San Francisco where he began his literary education. Economic realities drove him to work on railroad gangs, big construction projects like Libby Dam and other labor intensive jobs. He has traveled in the United States, Mexico and Central America. He has published three books of poems, Fossil Fuel, Buck's Last Wreck and The Hellgate Wind and has poems in the anthologies The Last Best Place and Poems Across The Big Sky and most recently New Poets of the American West. He currently lives in Missoula, Montana. 
 
Waterworks Hill is a 72 page hand-stitched paper book with spine - $16.00 
 
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