Abyss
When the Universe was young, and I mean very young; so young that it had yet to utter its first words, yet to combine its sundry gases and grits into […]
Tag Archives: fishing
Abject
There was a scrap of land not far from the shore, which wasn’t a very good shore at all, for it leapt abruptly from the thin beach into columns of […]
Abhor
My donkey and I were fishing off the old Montgomery bridge when a sharp yank at the line nearly sent me tumbling into the river. I threw my arm around […]
