The boat sways with the water, fisherman sways against the wind, wipes sweat away from brow, pulls another net in. The fish gasp in oxygen – thrash in agony – fisherman sighs against the rising sun. This heat is unbearable. This oxygen is unbearable.  …

“Mom…are you okay?” I hold my breath for a few second … I close my eyes and let out a silent sigh. I cannot see his eyes but I can strongly hear his agitation. A child in a body of teenager but trying hard to…

If your star and my star accidentally aligned in their intertwining paths, It’s not their fault that you and I suddenly collide Collide in these cosmic hues of forbidden territory, A million of eons away, we were two kindred souls who were destined to meet…

    I am a fish out of water I have said once or twice. A Canadian who doesn’t like to fish as I don’t believe that nice.   But I know I have “fished” In many a form It’s just my definition That does…

Standing on the rocks, looking upstream, I am mesmerized by the rushing water.   Water tumbling over submerged boulders, crashing into them, cascading over them, splashing, tumultuous, alive with energy.   Water flowing under the overhanging trees. touched by their branches, but never slowed, never taken…

Striper Fishing Doggerel   Early morning Rods and reels Eggs and grits Clams and eels   Boat’s all ready Motor starts Out of slip Old-man farts   Anchor up Drop lines down Wait for bite Love the sound   Hear the run off Striper bite…

Saturday mornings were my favorite Not just because of the cartoon blocs on ABC Though, it’s certain I would be upset if I missed them It was the Saturday’s of summer that I relished Above He-Man, Loony Toons, and Garfield On those warm Saturday’s Powder…

We sit on the dock and wait For something to pull the line We’ve been at it all day Growing anxious We shift restlessly in our seats Waiting, always waiting Hours drag on and finally there’s a bite Excitement fills us We reel it in…

His stomach watched the trout, With their rainbow fins, Glide like rainclouds in the river. Without a pole or line, That blue eyed boy, That bullet legend, Cocked his hungry gun in desperation. He shot the water; The blast rippled the current And blood and…