Cormorant Fishing

The wooden boat
Cormorant fishing

I got the light in my eyes
So I played with reeds
Like they were musical

Mommy told me to put
My coat on
The birds trying to peck
My feet

About the Author:Kevin Thornburgh is a southern California poet, having earned an MFA from Antioch LA in 2000. He has published a poem in this magazine, "Approaching Death" and is currently at work on a novel, hang finished seven books of poetry (available on


Approaching Death

will there be no trees
no winds blowing
no smell of dry leaves
in trash cans
no cold nights

will there be no rain
no dog love
no loneliness
no prayer
at night in churches

will there be no new
no windows
no old men
with canes
no white

will there be no wild flowers
no fire
no shoes

About the Author:
Kevin Thornburgh was educated in California schools (MFA: Antioch LA). This is his first online publication though he's published in California Quarterly and The Pacific Review, among other print magazines. He has three books for sale on Lucky Ole Sun, San Gabriel Valley Stories, and most recently: 11 Meditations or Blue Heron Fishing.