Dead Fly on My Desk

Notmuchtodothesedays theninspirationcomesourway. It used to look at us With well-founded fear Of being squished, poisoned Or eaten by a bird. Its sensitive bristles Gave early warnings Of an impending swat. Its googly eyes, A mosaic of imagery. Its thready legs Ready...

Bass Day on the Grand

What a great bunch of friends: We beat the odds, and the weather was incredible. Not a drop of rain the whole time we were on the river.   No fish, but once again, great companionship.   Looking forward to next year....