Every Athlete Learns By Theft And Mimicry.

In Charleston, More Than Elsewhere, You Get The Feeling That The Twentieth Century Is A Vast, Unconscionable Mistake.

It Enclosed Us In Its Laceries As We Watched The Moon Spill Across The Atlantic Like Wine From An Overturned Glass. With The Light All Around Us, We Felt Secret In That Moon-infused Water Like Pearls Forming In The Soft Tissues Of Oysters.

My Wound Is Geography. It Is Also My Anchorage, My Port Of Call.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.

Her Laughter Was A Shiny Thing, Like Pewter Flung High In The Air.