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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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