I See Myself As Someone Who's Been

He Walked Out Of The Hospital Into The Sun, Into Open Air For The First Time In Months, Out Of The Green-lit Rooms That Lay Like Glass In His Mind. He Stood There Breathing Everything In, The Hurry Of Everyone. First, He Thought, I Need Shoes With Rubber On The Bottom. I Need Gelato.

That's Anil's Path. She Grows Up In Sri Lanka, Goes And Gets Educated Abroad, And Through Fate Or Chance Gets Brought Back By The Human Rights Commission To Investigate War Crimes.

We Keep Wanting To Save Those Who Are Forlorn In This World. It’s A Male Habit.

A Writer Uses A Pen Instead Of A Scalpel Or Blow Torch.

He Will Hear The Rain Before He Feels It, A Clicking On The Dry Grass, On The Olive Leaves.