Perhaps it's the gentle persuasion of the fishing pieces, the subtle lilt & rise in this edition of poems, that brings author Norman Maclean's story, A River Runs Through It, to mind. These poems remind us of the capacity to do good, of how one life impacts another:
"Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."
Blast Furnace is gratefully haunted by the kind of fine poetry in this, and all previous posted issues.
- R. Clever, Editor/Publisher