Superior’s Frisco

Hogsback Mountain- a love story:

Staircases of roots tangled together
Crawling deeper into earth
And down into my heart,

Nests perched above
Gold glows abundant with eagle eggs
With wings and raptor beaks
These children are my own,

Barefoot it’s been awhile,
Hasn’t it? A cologne of spring-
Fed trickling streams tickle my senses,
Flames flick up towards stained glass windows,
Birch pine cedar
Depicting scenes of solemn reverie,
Eager to portray our history,
Present these quiet kisses of ours
In vague images to the world are you
Bragging? Almost,

Made it to peak shirtless
Saw again the naked prosperity of our relationship,
Distance can’t impede what is meant to be-

The consummation of one’s soul
Through great granite skyscrapers
Soft water city nestled in-between fractures interlocking,
To grow is to erode
Break down skin to dirt
Sprout ferns and somehow,

I’ve never felt more human

Do you remember two summers ago-
The first time we met?
I ran straight to summit
Smoking Nightcap in a Prebem Holm freehand,
Not once letting ember rest
I read Kerouac to you
Aloud so all surrounding above and below
Could hear,

How far we have come,
How far we have come


Receding Coastlines

Fair opportunity presented in such a fashion
Making introduction,
The first word “Hello” impossible to say,
Your interest is in photography,
Mines in fucking up first impressions,
If we’re being honest and it’s not clear by now
Approaching people isn’t my strong suit
And I know of a coastline littered with skeletons in small clothes,
Imprint these visions of bad weather into still frames
In mourning dew drops
Wind gusts,
Breathless repentance
Broke tension with the body of the girl
Who jumped where we were standing,
Took a picture of the lake shore
Riddled with fissures
Bodies for holding
Letters written poorly got caught in the negatives
Revealing a trace of humanity
On an Isle of stone eleven thousand years old,
If you look closely you can see her bones have become small pebbles


Body brush moving
Like a thousand badger bristles-
a streak of red,
maybe violet too
New moon tonight
A mutual relinquishing
Of identity
As if everything is vibrantly
A chill in the Autumn air
Raising mountains on plateaus
Of undisturbed growth,
Practically visible
The aluminum reflection
Of a smile
Is all
I’ll ever know you by

A Eulogy

Clenched tightly to your chest
As if to keep what fleeting warmth close,
Arms encompassing
A vanishing equator
As if to actually hold
A pair of shoulder

Ephemeral under the absent light
Of a new moon-
A reflection of your face
Glistening with the birth of a waterfall,
There’s a loss of words
A loss of definition
Before me
You disappeared
At first tempted to coagulate,
To hold all that remains
As close as able,
What space
Does comfort truly occupy
If it remains static and safe?

A kick of dust
Became a rock thrown
So desperately and yet,
With so
I almost smiled at the sight,
From the extension of your arm
An avalanche roared into existence

And a mountain melted
Beneath a matte street lamp
Just north of the train tracks