The Fisherman

I have my full mind plenty of eyesight
and some spunk left in me I have never
been sick a day in my life So hear me
I know what God looks like We met years
and years ago but I’ll never forget Him
As a young boy I went fishing at my secret
still water pond in the forest A three foot
long carp big as a log hovered near me all
day ‘till twilight At dinner I fed him the bread
crust from my sandwich the part I didn’t like
and proceeded to live on to this great age

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A lover of words and the power of poetry, I have written almost daily for 45 years, leading to the publication of two books of poetry: Psalms of Fern v1, Little Whittlings of Soul and volume 2, Time Travelers. I appear as a regular contributor to regional literary magazines including  The Watershed Journal, The Bridge Literary Arts Journal, and Clarion University’s Tobeco Journal. I am a member of The Pennsylvania Poetry Society and my work is regularly featured in its journal, PENNESSENCE. Additionally, my poetry has been published in Dark Horse Appalachia, The Indiana Gazette and North/South Appalachia. In the future I’ll be turning to a combination of nonfiction, memoir and poetry to write about growing up in a Northwestern Pennsylvania coal town.