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

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

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

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

the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.

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

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

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

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

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

the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass

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