Ought to be

Precise, pure and princely,

Sadly, mostly,

It’s a battered ball

Batted about,

Deformed to conform

To today’s haze.



Here will appear afish eye view of this strange old sea in which we all swim.

Here afish gives for public consumption his attemps at that wonderful stuff called poetry.

Here feel free to make comments and conversation or just to browse and swim on.


Afish is a greyhaired poet who has made many mistakes on his journey from womb to grave. But, for each breath he is deeply thankful to The Living God who gives him each breath  and  the assurance of eternal life and sin forgiven.


Communication, its all about communication.      ><>