2008, Robert E. Howard Properties, 213 pages
This handsome little book, wrapped in a staunchly brooding portrait of Robert E. Howard, regarding a western landscape from behind, is available only at the Robert E. Howard Museum in Cross Plains, Texas.
I am enjoying a copy brought to me by Mescaline Franklyn, back to the pestilential pit of despair that is Harm City at the end of his dozen-state tour of the south and southwest.
This collection of over 100 Howard poems contains, at a glance, dozens that I have never read.
What a treasure.
Thank you, Mescaline Franklyn!
"All day I lay with the sun at my back
As a serpent lies with a changeless stare,
My Fierce Eyes fixed on the single track
That led from the woods to the cabin there."
-Robert E. Howard, The Kiowa's Tale
A Well of Heroes: Two:
Literary Impressions of the Prose and Verse of Robert E. Howard
