Why We Let the Striped Bass Go

The day I turned 23 a few weeks before our wedding day, I caught my first striped bass, hefted its weight, rainbow hide pressed against my thighs. Nine, ten pounds, a guess before we put it back, face first, into the dark Long Island water. Bass brought five bucks a pound that fall, and we […]

White Sofa in the Woods

Like a toadstool springs up overnight from a dead log,   it was simply there, pure white against early greening brush   and charcoal trees, crystalized perhaps from melted snow.   No tracks in surrounding mud, no sign of its trek from civilization.    No scratch or snag from thorns despite wild rose and briar […]