Here is the transcript of the Bill Moyers interview Maxine Hong Kingston.
Here is a poem of healing by Sandy Scull:
After the Vietnam War, I withdrew to Nantucket: "faraway isle." Hoping to glimpse the boy before spirit fled the body. Thirty-three miles of ocean exiling me from a homeland offering little embrace.
Me and my dog, Christopher. Christ-love disguised as loyal canine. We combed beaches. Working for the island newspaper connected me. Tides soothed with ebb and flow. A rhythm I could trust. Even eat by. I fish the last three hours of the east tide. Buried my toes in the sand, searching for the texture of littleneck clam.
When water was warm, I sailed out solo. Stripped then slid into the sound. Looking up toward the surface light. Christopher's gaze wavering with wind and water between us. Breath bubbles rose, bursting under his nose.
My body now embraced, a ritual purification in salt. Dismembered dreams floated closer. Something dissolved in a solution that held me. Breathing easier, I could imagine again.
- Sandy Scull