All the signs lately are leading me away from the crooked path I’m walking.
The Spring issue of Ploughshares came today. There are 8 short stories, (6 fiction, 2 non-fiction) and 60, yes, 60 poems.
Of the short stories, two involve Vietnam.
In the one story I bothered to read, the word "fuck" was used in one form or another 14 times. Cock 2 times, and balls once.
Now tell me, why do I bother?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology