Interpret however you want
title: Fishing
date: December 1st, 2013
I went fishing with my Mom because I learned to fish from her. The rivers of Ohio with white bass and trout.
Yesterday the wind whipped around us, but the rain held off. Only a few bites and no fish to hand.
I asked her if she took me fishing because she was worried about me.
She said, no, because you're the only one crazy enough to fish with me on a day like this.
title: My Ax
date: November 28, 2013
A purpose of the ax, sliding against long sticks of cedar, before making the fire, edge blunted that tasted concrete clumsiness.
Idle file in the toolbox knows steel and sharpness, strongly grooved, confident.
Seldom they meet, until a bird needs readied for the table, then compassion is in the sound of their embrace.
title: The House in Valley
date: November 27, 2013
I recall growing up and visiting the house in Valley. Fields my Grandpa planted. The crowing of chickens. The sweet air far from town. Walking with my Dad, tracking deer through a fresh November snow.