We Set This House On Fire Forgetting

When We Die We Are Only Stories In The Minds Of Others, I Thought

I See More Genuine Sociability Between The Races In Mississippi Than I See In Michigan. No Question.

Fishing Makes Us Less The Hostages To The Horrors Of Making A Living.

You Touch Things Lightly Or Deeply; You Move Along Because Life Herself Moves, And You Can’t Stop It.

Wherever We Go We Do Harm, Forgiving Ourselves As Wheels Do Cement For Wearing Each Other Out. We Set This House On Fire, Forgetting That We Live Within. (from "to A Meadowlark," For M.l. Smoker)