Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Poems by Richard Arnold   Knots He taught us timber hitch for crab traps, figure eight for tying off the boat, becket bend & fisherman's bend for hooks, chain knot if you needed to shorten a rope, and bowline--the only one you trust your life to. His voice still fresh in memory, like a beach being swept by wind: "Dammit, we don't ever catch much, but the knots'll always hold!"   Empty Nest broken feather      striped like a shirt broken seeds      tossed like toys open hole      cold like a door broken bone      shaped like a heart   Next Poem
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