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Winter 2006 issue:

Men Fishing by David Orr
Footprints in the Sand by Dorothy May
Blue-Heroned Hope by Jo Chavez
Why by Leah Popper
What Makes People Happy?
by Leah Popper
The Shower Frog by Susanne Scholz
Wild Proximity by Hal Zina Bennett
Second Chances by Alice Spencer
Little Deaths by Linda Weber
Mountains by Virgil Depries
Beau's Striped Sweater
by Leah Popper
Bubble Gum
by Leah Popper
Why Write by Dorothy May
Amidst Gulls by Hal Zina Bennett
Look Within by Lee Prosser
A Different Kind of Beach Scene by Miriam Strauss
Not the Nuts, the Ovaries by Laurelee Roark
Going to All-That-You-Really-Are by Beverly Addante
Pueblo Night by Ric Giardina
Working the Glass by Andrew Kloak
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder by Bob Mason
A Note from the Editor



Men Fishing

© David Orr


We're off to where the wild streams flow,
Where fishes hide among the jagged rocks,
And sunlight shines a quiet pool.
We're going where we men will act like men
And seek the hidden flash of silver or of gold,
The power-laden flesh that so eludes us
That we come again to fish
At every break in our more ordinary days.

We have left behind
The jeweled bluegills of our youth,
The ones we took
From wooden boats in old farm ponds.
They were a fitting prize for youth,
But we are men and seeking bigger game.
We seek the rainbowed-beauty steelhead,
Baleful muskellunge, and toothéd pike —
The fiercer ones that thrill us when they strike.

And what is it we've left behind
To seek the wily fish’s lair?
Have we abandoned other,
More important purposes —
Our wives, our friends, our kin?
What can we find here,
Hopeless to find back there
Among the comforts
And the knickknacks of domestic bliss?
It is this —
The darker pool,
The flash,
The tug on line,
The savage fight we love,
The things we must, if we come back as men
Worthy of the love we're given, have.
We seek the spirit of the day to carry back,
To treasure in the quiet beauty of
Our days among our lovers and our friends.

Wild Blue Yonder by Rod MacIver (www.herondance.org)