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

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

we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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