Issue 146

Summer & Fall 2014

Image from Dead Christ

Nonfiction Paula Carter Nonfiction Paula Carter

Ictalurus Punctatus

The mouth alone must be over a foot wide, and the fan-like tail is kicking up mud some four feet away. My father says no, it is only three feet. He was a chemist and is careful with his measurements. Still, those whiskers, tangling with the sedge along the shallow banks of the Hennepin Canal, I half expect to turn into whips.

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