It Seems That Writing Chose Me. I

Adultery Is Extravagance.

Ocean People Are Very Different From Land People. The Ocean Never Stops Saying And Asking Into Ears, Which Don't Sleep Like Eyes.

Reading Ngo Tu Lap's Poems, Terrible Nostalgia Wells Up In Me- Nostalgia For A Lost Time And A Far-gone Country, Nostalgia For People I've Loved, And For Creatures Of Forests And Rivers. I Feel Gratitude Too. War Is Over. Peace Arrives With These Beautiful Poems.

...i've Learned Exactly Who The Enemy Are. I Easily Recognize Them-business-suited In Their Modern American Executive Guise, Each Boss Two Feet Taller Than I Am And Impossible To Meet Eye To Eye.

We're All Under The Same Sky And Walk The Same Earth; We're Alive Together During The Same Moment.