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

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

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

the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–