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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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