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TURNING HOMEWARD
Our fish-catching journey began early on a windy winter morning, when we were awakened before dawn by the cherry tree’s branches beating a tattoo on the window, urging us outside to wait in silence for our ride, the dewy mist trembling with anticipation around us. On the drive to the shore, our wipers lazed against a fine fume of drizzle, rural Maryland growing like grey mushrooms into the dawn, winter-thin trees presenting themselves nervously like wedding parties, all s
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5 days ago1 min read


HEAVEN’S HEAD
I gathered all my nets to the sea wall where I have sat segregated, tightly wrapt in my old green blanket, skinny legs dangling over the edge, fishing all day. Sunset ripens gently, a bough of mangoes on the western branch. The moon lunges at Heaven’s Head. The sea goes by, gossiping. I caught mostly catfish and dogfish, alack, threw them all back. The bait pail is empty, the tide is out, but my line keeps water and the errant eyes roam and repor
pnutsugah
Jan 62 min read


ETERNAL RIVER
On a memorial bench for someone’s loved one, the forest behind me, I sit watching the river coil in its course, muscles softening, numberless eyes gleaming in the sunlight, watching itself. This river has always been here, ever since it heard a voice calling it to the surface from the primordial womb deep inside the earth, giving birth to a steaming rill, pooling among the reeds and bullrushes before rushing down a mountainside to carve gorges and smooth stones. It slid
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Jan 61 min read
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