City at War

Poetry. Come along on a wild ride with this clear-eyed drunken rodeo clown cowboy who takes the bull by the horns and flips him so you see belly side up through a pickup window the country this holy fool's vision as he rides with his front seat dog through this twisted country he loves to the meat locker of hell and epiphany. Great Plains reincarnation of the holy fool, J. V. Brummels, a Populist poet in the old sense, takes his readers like front-seat dogs on a wild ride across lonesome pastures, down prescient gravel roads, past knowing trees and greedy cornfields, through the twisted country he loves, till we arrive at the meat locker of hell and epiphany.