(2012)
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
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.
A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…
some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,
Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.
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
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,