Fin

Here is a series I just completed. It was inspired by traditional Chinese ink paintings but with a modern flare. Please enjoy.

The Birth

The Sun

The Ripple

The Catch

The Boat

The Net

The Plate

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Like a web

Like a web,

the net

devoured my soul.

With invisible hands,

the net

gouged my body.

Like a whirlpool,

the net

sucked me in;

stabbing me with knives,

wrapping me up.

I rolled to escape

the net,

but it was no use.

The net

tightened,

suffocating me.

The net

stopped my heart.

Conquered by net

A Vaquita inhales the ripe sea air,

Causing a scare.

After a pause he rolls into the deep.

Downward he creeps.

Through the kelp and grass he winds to and fro,

Swiftly he goes.

He locates and chases a huge plump grunt.

He’s on the hunt.

He catches the fish and travels due west;

He does not rest.

Caught in a trap, he whines, wiggles, and frets.

Conquered by net, conquered by net.

One who has found my boat

The sea rose, engulfing the boat.

Water pouring in, twas impossible to float.

Lightning pounding, thunder resounding,

The clouds came rolling in,

Like a field of wheat in the breeze.

Finally, it was time to begin.

I unrolled the nets, set out the floats,

Baited the trap, and then let go.

About this story I have wrote

To inform you, one who has found my boat,

That on this day, a small porpoise got trapped in my nets.

Going shrimping on this day is an action I regret.

No one should set out their nets.

Adiós

I swim in a place where fish float by.

Croakers, grunts, and shrimps you fry.

Silky sea grass below, shiny sun above,

But the Gulf isn’t a place filled with much love.

You catch us with nets set out for shrimp,

And at the moment of impact, our bodies go limp.

Our entire kind is quickly disappearing.

The weight of an entire species we’re bearing.

But the one thing we care about most:

Vaquita don’t have to say “Adiós”.