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

A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.

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

After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.

refreshing to know there’s still n… that’s unsure of its footing. love that’s unsure of what to do a… standing in the truck head-light g… feeling small

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

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

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

sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.

some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,

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.

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

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

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

it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.