The last line of Norman MacLean’s elegiac autobiographical novella “A River Runs Through It” is “I am haunted by waters.” As I fly-fisherman, I get this, but my last line would end with a different phantom. Me? I am haunted by clouds.
Joni Mitchell called them “flows and bows of angel hair, ice cream … Continue reading On a Cloud by Jamie Kirkpatrick
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