the king is dead, long live the king





after the accident I

was presented with the

“whole picture” as they say,

magnificently detailed, a child’s

diorama of what life appears to be:

staring at the picture I became drowsy

with relief when I noticed a yellow dot of light

in the lower right-hand corner. I unhooked the machines

and tubes and crawled to the picture, which turned out to be a

miniature tunnel at the end of which I could see mountains and stars

whirling and tumbling, sheets of emotions, vertical rivers, upside down

lakes, herds of unknown mammals, birds shedding feathers and 

regrowing them instantly, snakes with feathered heads eating

their own shed skins, fish swimming straight up, the

bottom of Isaiah’s robe, live whales on dry ground,

lions drinking from a golden bowl of milk,

the rush of night, and somewhere in

this the murmur of gods —

a tree-rubbing-tree music,

a sweet howl of water and

rock-grating-rock, fire

hissing from fissures,

the moon settled

comfortably on

the ground,


to roll.


Jim Harrison

beloved mentor, friend, guide

December 11, 1937 – March 26, 2016


The Theory and Practice of Rivers,

Legends of the Fall, Dalva,

The Road Home,