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

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

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

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

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

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

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 truck is gone. the truck is scrap. (just that one half of the bumper, just that license plate from Big… everything else is gone.

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,

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

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

it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.

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

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