Intimations of Mortality
by Jim Yaussy Albright A late August evening on the lake. All seems calm, but everything is hurtling at breakneck speed through time and space. Each day dies a little more; each coming of summer dark presages the impending onset of the season of darkness. The trout know, and rush to intercept the swirling fragments of life that will stave off starvation in the ice time. They fight the...
by Jim Yaussy Albright Twilight. The lake rises and falls in long cool breaths. An eagle skims the last glow of sunset, folds itself into shadowy pines. Loons call down the darkness. A flurry of bats flits out the last light. Ducks rush overhead with a sound like tearing velvet. Stars pour down, and trout pluck them from the surface one by one.
For the Trout
by Greg Keeler I. CUTTHROAT You were here first. I can see why in the way the rivers don’t rob you of what the streams gave. The dim rosettes on your sides live beyond your spots in another time as if Lewis and Clark were still planning to meet near water and could never stop. And the thin orange slashes on your throat will always be proof. No matter how the...
Damselfly, Trout, Heron
by John Engels The damselfly folds its wings over its body when at rest. Captured, it should not be killed in cyanide, but allowed to die slowly: then the colors, especially the reds and blues, will last. In the hand it crushes easily into a rosy slime. Its powers of flight are weak. The trout feeds on the living damselfly. The trout leaps up from the water, ...
by Eunice B Lamberton Give me a rod of the split bamboo, a rainy day and a fly or two, a mountain stream where the eddies play, and mists hang low o’er the winding way. Give me a haunt by the furling brook, a hidden spot in a mossy nook, no sound save hum of the drowsy bee, or lone bird’s tap on the hollow tree. The world may roll with its busy throng and phantom scenes on it’s...
by James Laughlin A trout let us say a blue blonde trout that slips through the bars like water from boite to boite from man to man but only ones she likes and almost never for money and I love she says I love exagger- ate and her mother asked the neighbors qu’est-ce que j’ai fait au ciel pour avoir une fille qui est de...