(2013)
the best strawberry is the smallest, not-in-the-garden strawberry that grows between and beneath the grass and tallgrass
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
before you go, things left undone. loose ends, too many to tie so quickly.
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,
everyone sees the red-torn deer ca… the mess made dragging her to be shouldered, everyone gawks and shifts the weight of
sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.
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.
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in… almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s just too easy
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.
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.