Fisherman Stories

It was an early June weekend, which I looked forward to every summer. A weekend with the girls to get away from our busy, everyday lives, relax, and reconnect with our inner selves. The norm for our annual event was to reserve a mountain cabin, part of a network of many similar huts or cabins throughout the Rocky Mountains. A place where we could drink, eat, and converse around the campfire, just far enough from any conta...

The Skipper made the best troughs in the water as she sped along in the sea. The wake of the boat made the water foamy with an unbridled lust from being touched and combed through just right. And at the right time of day too! The kiss of the moonlight summon-stirred something wonderful and merkind out the waves like a kind of waterboarding witchcraft of manmade creation and nature-made. Bastian trimmed the sail and took t...

Deep within your salty depths,
I troll my net in hopes to catch,
And fetch such scale as non compare,
I prep my bait, for mermaid fair.A lingering line, gleaming wet,
My dancing jig, a drag well set,
Your mouth to lure, your eyes to cure,
I sink well deep, this feast so pure.Oh maiden finned, of shimmering she,
My catch of the day, if all ye be,
I'll dine fair well, and no one tell,
Down in the depths, your ocean well.You...