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

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

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.

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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.

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

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.

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