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

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

leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.

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

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.

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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,

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