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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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