A Hand Fought Best When It Made

We Salvage What We Can, What Truly Matters To Us, Even At The Gates Of Despair.

A Hard Truth: That Courage Can Be Without Meaning Or Impact, Need Not Be Rewarded, Or Even Known. The World Has Not Been Made In That Way. Perhaps, However, Within The Self There Might Come A Resonance, The Awareness Of Having Done Something Difficult, Of Having Done . . . Something.

I Will Not Say I Am Sorry, But I Can Tell You That I Grieve.

We Are All Shaped By Where We Grow Up, Though That Shaping Takes Different Forms. I Dont Think Theres Any Doubt That Coming Of Age In Winnipeg Both Opened My Eyes And Made Me Hungry - If I Can Subvert All Claims To Be A Real Writer By Mixing Metaphors Like That.

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.