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

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

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

Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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.

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

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

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.

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

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