when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock

the truck is gone. the truck is scrap. (just that one half of the bumper, just that license plate from Big… everything else is gone.

tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.

the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.

leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.

jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s

like the name says, we were there together. and it wasn’t long before we had built a fire and stargazing became staring down

the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,

before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.

the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass

everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of