(2012)
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.
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
jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,
it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.
sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.
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
we held the dream between our holding hands. we held our hands in the warmth of my coat pocket
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.