Chris Lombardi:
Shaman of the Salish and the Kootenai, Or, How sometimes the world must be turned on its ear in order to see its true face.
Chris Lombardi:
The Method of Continued Fractions. Or, How I can feel it all cracking (can’t you?!) and can‘t help but egg it on.
Chris Lombardi:
A Gutter In Winter, Or, Haunting Fears that I’m not up to the Challenge
Chris Lombardi:
Lights on in the Frontal Lobe. Or, An Idea Ignited by the Hungry Horse Dam one December night, after discovering a fire burning in the middle of an empty road while out for a ski with Catherine.
Chris Lombardi:
Remembering my first Paramecia, Seen Through a Microscope in Sixth Grade, And How They Shook the Card Table of Faith
Chris Lombardi:
Flight of the Wild Embryo, Or, Born again. And again. And again….
Chris Lombardi:
Poet’s Payday
Chris Lombardi:
Chicken Little’s Missoula Debut at the Historic Wilma Theatre
Chris Lombardi:
Last Light’s Recent Memory of an Ugly Hotel, Which, Upon Reflection, It Decided Wasn’t All That Bad
Chris Lombardi:
say nothing
Chris Lombardi:
womb