Private Military Man He is not the men that came before him; his scar is not the bullet hole or puckered flesh of a hard-won battle.

1Daddy Staring at his name tag, I see that he shares his name with my father...

1Not Yet June He sighs and thinks that this will be a hard winter...

Sayonara, Hamelin » They come at night, mostly, men looking for something the can't get for free. Enslaved women, and all too common stories. A collection of short monologues.

1 He Let Go He held on for as long as he could but fear was making his palms sweat and her panicked flailing made it difficult to maintain a good grip. As she slipped that last inch before the final plunge, she looked up at him with something like love in her eyes.

1 50 30 20 10 Solomon's eyes were quick like flightless birds...

2 Human Rust I'll run my hands through hair ... to comb out flakes of human rust.

1Holy Hell in Europe He sets off with a train ticket and a goodbye for a friend: Goodbye and wish me luck, because there's going to be holy hell in Europe when I'm done.

3 White China Aster The lightest sprinkling of rain has always woken her up before, but today, in the car, she sleeps tightly, face turned toward the windows as though dreaming of sunny reflections off the stream at home A good day for driving on abandoned roads.

2 All Power, No Finesse No more and not enough, like small bells tied to branches, to ring an edict to all comers, all power, no finesse, and no remorse.