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

tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.

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

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

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

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

A stone in the lake old as water. Older than any question. Older than dirt and more stubborn. Round.

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.

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

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

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

jump in the truck, and disappear in moments measured in rust, that flakes off in the friction of…

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