The Politics of Fishing
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
I have cut monofilament lines and filed barbs from fishhooks so none of them dig under my tender calluses. Later, …
It’s Friday, people, but Sunday’s comin’. Woke up in a haze, or a haz-mat suit made of twisted flannel sheets, …
how can i write about the plague when syrup-seeking silver-eyes flit for aphids, rich in honey-dew should i mention the …
My mountain neighbors loom steeply up from our valley, rugged and still. They do not snore as they sleep there, …
In the flower that wilts by the pane looking out On the garden that nurtured its bud; In the carrion …
a massive rock juts up in the park like the claw of a slumbering leviathan sightless, I sit under it …
There upon the apron of the meadow by the stream, Were celandines cavorting wildly jostling to be seen. Around about …
Trills and tremolos, chirps and warbles echo in the trees I see with closed eyes. Wind flirts with my ears …