Oh, Mercy. If It Catches You In

It Is True That I Do Not Speak As Well As I Can Think. But That Is True Of Most People, As Nearly As I Can Tell.

...prodigal Summer, The Season Of Extravagant Procreation. It Could Wear Out Everything In Its Path With Its Passionate Excesses, But Nothing Alive With Wings Or A Heart Or A Seed Curled Into Itself In The Ground Could Resist Welcoming It Back When It Came.

I Live In A Rural Part Of Virginia Surrounded By Farms And Farmers.

From The Fallen Tree Everybody Makes Firewood.

Nine-tenths Of Human Law Is About Possession.