I cannot pray ...
abenakiijôid awighiganal(journal d'un parent abenaquis) [a web log of an abenaki parent], gizsanda 17 mozokas (lundi 17 mars) [Monday March 17, 2003]
I cannot pray for a triumph of American Arms this evening. I think of children like my sons. Hands already floppy, eyes too ready to turn inward, neurologically atypical, about to be subjected to aerial bombardment. My sons' sleep disorders are my own.