Dead Wet Things

After the last snowfall, the earth cracked open under the sun’s strange heat. The mountainssighed and spilled shimmering streams to gather at their hems; the water rolling east down intothe valleys as veins to nourish and awaken the dormant earth to a new spring. The water bodiesrose; the fish retu… Become a member of Swing […]

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 […]