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Bad Day of Fishing

by Kaydi Johnson

An angler seining at the water’s edge needs a finny tribe - at least one denizen of the deep to call it a day. No pickeral, no pike, no blenny no shad. Not a goby or loach, let alone muskellunge, smelt, hake or gar. The silver and tribeless sheen is empty water, baiting, casting and catching only one. Reflection. A face on its knees pining for prey.

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Kaydi Johnson, author of Gutter-Bound, is a New York based singer/songwriter. She has an MFA in fiction from Sarah Lawrence College and writes whenever she can find a pen. Check her out on MySpace.

2 comments:

E.K. Hornbeck said...

This is quite good after a close read. There are certainly a lot of ways that you could have described this scene, but this depiction is extremely effective.

Madam Z said...

"A face on its knees pining for prey." That sentence describes poignantly the fate of many fisherman. Nice job, Kaydi.