My Backyard was written sporadically between September 1994 and April 1997.
 
 
 

It began with images from my childhood...
 
 
 
 
 
 

...stirred by memories of a paratrooper.
Airborne all the way...
...and then some.

 
 
 

 
 

The section of the baby in the bottle was true . . . this is no lie.  Of course names have been changed...
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

I used to boobytrap things and to think of ways to hurt people.  And hurt them badly. 
 
 

I left the army and thought about this while working on a commercial fish boat—Kodiak, AK.
 
 

  The Lively Jane.  Portage Bay, Alaskan Range, July 1995.

Boat Graveyard, Larson Bay, Kodiak Island.
  July 1993
 
 
        A backyard of bones.
 
 They aren't buried...
 
...they are mine...
 
...and I give them to you.
 
 
 
 
peace
 
 
 
 
 

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