like the name says, we were there together. and it wasn’t long before we had built a fire and stargazing became staring down

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

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

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.