Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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