The Fisher in the Yellow Afternoon
"You kneel down by the water and look past the foam to the fish swimming with every bit of muscle in their bodies, some thumping against the river rocks, some dodging. Their wild silvery mass is in one place rhythmic, the long shapes in sinuous concert like a dance, and in another place chaotically brutal with each swimmer thrashing against the other. You want to jump in. You need to jump in. You need it more than you can stand."
LIFE | DEATH | LIFE
Art: "She Dreamt She Was Carried Away, Down River"
by Tina Newlove