(2012)
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
tension stretching strings of muscle in the dirt warmth next to wildflowers, my feet stepping in prayers.
the Aurora roared above us and in sweeping, arcing curves mimicked the path of the luge.
it is March now. winter hangs on while spring looks on waiting.
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
like the name says, we were there together. and it wasn’t long before we had built a fire and stargazing became staring down
After close, the image loosens until it is just being held together.
some metal piece out of place disturbs everything and suddenly i’m windbound on a calm night. left to my own devices,
the still rising sun calls to you to rise; early morning dawn light brings you to a particular log and leaves you there,
Truck sounds like metal on metal– grinding coughing hard–
something feels as though it is at unease because it has not settled.
when you get started and you don’t… start digging slowly and softly, move things around. i turned over a rock
Fish fry in Benoit. Joyce brings a hundred dollars in cod and beer almost right to your mouth and you wonder if it’s
leeks bursting seedpods, equinox of our summer, moon becoming full.