The Best Fish In The World Are

Living Was No Longer The Grief Behind Him, But The Anxiety Ahead.

I Do Not Understand How Anyone Can Live Without Some Small Place Of Enchantment To Turn To.

Somewhere Beyond The Sink-hole, Past The Magnolia, Under The Live Oaks, A Boy And A Yearling Ran Side By Side, And Were Gone Forever.

Here In Florida The Seasons Move In And Out Like Nuns In Soft Clothing, Making No Rustle In Their Passing.

Words Began Fights And Words Ended Them.