Dead Wet Things
After the last snowfall, the earth cracked open under the sun’s strange heat. The mountains sighed and spilled shimmering streams to gather at their hems; the water rolling east down into the valleys as veins to nourish and awaken the dormant earth to a new spring. The water bodiesrose; the fish re… Become a member […]
River Warriors
When spring breaks to summer I hear the challengers calling. I pack my fly rod, my tackle, cans, making my way back to old playing grounds. Defined by ways of ancestors long gone, of swollen currents, by the weaving water-worn rock, such animals grow to become tricksters — Building strength and cunning minds sliding past […]