fish, wind, wave. It was God in those blue-gray mornings, then woman and man. Eden’s prayers wove through air: early, grateful Amens. This poem appears in the May 2023 issue. We would love to hear ...

So his friends decided to organise one final farewell outing – a small fishing trip together. I guess my mum “suggested” that I be brought along. I expected my brother to object to having ...