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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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