Emma’s Ex by J. Douglas Hinds
November 30, 2017 Emma’s Ex By J. Douglas Hinds I was sittin’ in the kitchen Half starin’ at my cup Emma was makin’ biscuits When the subject just came up What happen to your husband I asked her right out straight He left for Colorado she said He hated this here state Emma must be sixty Or maybe sixty five She spends her time a cookin’ And just keeping us alive As she salted her...
Write Stuff: The Wise Old Owl
June 11, 2017 Editorial Note. Be sure to enter the 2017 Write Stuff Contest. The Grand Prize is a stay for two at the Four Seasons Resort Scottsdale at Troon North, including breakfast at the resort’s Proof Restaurant. For complete information, click on the link below. The piece below won second place in the 2004 Write Stuff Contest. J. Douglas Hinds, the author, went on to become a regular contributor of western poetry to The...
Riding for the Devil’s Brand
This November I’m giving thanks to the talented writers and photographers who have donated and continue to donate their time and talents to The Peak magazine. This article recognizes the “work” of three of the all-time best, Cave Creek poet J. Douglas Hinds and north Scottsdale photographers/graphic designers Frank Biondo and the late Tony Nelssen. Editor Riding the Devil’s Brand By J. Douglas Hinds That poor...
Four Ole Cowpokes Looking for Shelter
By J. Douglas Hinds Four of us were headin’ east The sky overcast and gray There was Jack, Bill, Dave and me Out looking for some strays Sure enough those clouds got mean And it didn’t take us long The rain was easily felt and seen So we put our slickers on But the rain was easy ridin’ As we rode along the trail Until that bolt of lightnin’ When the rain gave way to hail Those horses froze...
Arizona Cowboy: How the Grand Canyon was Formed
Prologue Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Horses and Cows, Come on in and grab a seat by the campfire. It’s a stressful world out there filled with traffic, pollution, and concerns about everything the human mind can imagine. So take a few minutes and relax, smell the smoke, ride the range, and enjoy the work (or more accurately “the play”) of cowboy poet J. Douglas Hinds. Arizona Cowboy is the name of this column, and every...
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