Noises And Smells, Those Can Bring Back

I Guess I Find The Boundaries Between Poetry And Prose To Be Somewhat Permeable.

The Male Role Models I Had All Seemed To Have Been In The Military. My Father Served In The Army. My Uncle Was In The Marine Corps. Both Of My Grandfathers Served In Wwii. There Weren't Any Career Soldiers In My Family, But When I Was Young It Seemed Like A Way Of Arriving At Adulthood.

To Understand The World, One’s Place In It, Is To Be Always At The Risk Of Drowning.

There Is A Sharp Distinction Between What Is Remembered, What Is Told And What Is True.

All Choices Are Illusions, Or If They Are Not Illusions Their Strength Is Illusory, For One Choice Must Contend With The Choices Of All The Other Men And Women Deciding Anything In That Moment.