before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.

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

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

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

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… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy

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

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–

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

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

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

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

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