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

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,

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

sit in a tunnel fall at the northernmost point trip around the sun.

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

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