(2012)
like the name says, we were there together. and it wasn’t long before we had built a fire and stargazing became staring down
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.
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
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
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
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
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.
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.