Marsh. Mellow.
In 1981 I shared a feast of s'mores with a homeless man who had taken to using my apartment's doorstep as a urinal. Most times I avoided him as best I could but on one night, stumbling home inebriated and hateful toward everything in the world I knew, I took pity on a visitor from the world I didn't. …

War
Warriors — I've known a few. My father belonged to the Greatest Generation and served in the Good War along with my uncle, who died there. When I was growing up milk-fed and happy in postwar America my father would scare my mother by taking me aside to tell me horror stories from Guadalcanal. I knew all about…

Nursery
Nurses. A long time ago my father became sick. He was attended to by a pretty nurse, not too young, not too old, an age where she was desirable to both my father and me. His fevered, diseased lust ached for her. I was less emphatic but equally aroused. After some weeks of standard polite interaction the…