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

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

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

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

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

Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–

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

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…

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

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.

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

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