Monthly Archives: August 2014

Season’s Pass

Morning’s path stretches east and glitters off mottled waves, its ascension point drifting south every day. The season passed, the lake green. Fall tips into the air, and drops off its perch in the stars, leaving yellow and red where … Continue reading

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The Line

My father was a responsible man. He didn’t play much, worked hard, and was tired at the end of the day. The “Pioneer Press” usually ended up lying flat on his chest about eight at night as he dozed off. … Continue reading

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August’s Loon boatside Minnow dining from blue depths Angler catch – zero

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