Fly Fish Mend

Sliding the leader through the guides of the fly rod I felt hurried. The window to fish was small, any […]

The last remaining leaves fell from the trees and blown across the valley as gusts of wind reached twenty-five miles […]

The group was gathering slowly at first, with each new arrival adding a change to the dynamic until the room […]

The air was still cold and crisp as the morning sun hadn’t emerged enough to cut through the low clouds. […]

The alarm clock went off a few hours later this morning than my previous Sunday fishing trip. It was nice […]

Looking at the clock my brain started running through math problems. What did I have enough time to do between […]

I slide open the glass door to head to the car. It’s dark, but the bright moon gives off enough […]

Over the winter of 2021 and the spring of 2022, I wrote The Mend, a story of a man named […]

The air smells different, sycamores are beginning to shed large brittle, brown leaves and the vibrant yellows of the river […]

My eyes open to the faint morning light. The sound of rain is soothing and settling, whispers hidden in the […]