A few, years ago, my first (and to date, only, though hopefully that will change one day) poetry collection was released by Blouse and Skirt Books. The title is 11/9, an inversion of the accustomed date and perspective on 9/11. One of the poems in it is about how the history of America's involvement in war is remade in Hollywood, where Uncle Sam always wins, and is especially relevant now as American Sniper comes under scrutiny.
