In Sri Lanka A Well-told Lie Is

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

So Many Nurses Had Turned Into Emotionally Disturbed Handmaidens Of The War, In Their Yellow-and-crimson Uniforms With Bone Buttons.

I'll Be Looking At The Moon, But I'll Be Seeing You.

Here. Where I Am Anonymous And Alone In A White Room With No History And No Parading. So I Can Make Something Unknown In The Shape Of This Room. Where I Am King Of Corners.

To Write About Someone Like Myself Would Be Very Limiting.