Poets write eloquently about war, creating vivid images of severed limbs, crusting body fluids and restless final sleep, using nothing more than a few well-crafted words. Easy enough to jab philosophically from the comfort of a warm winter hearth or an air conditioned summer. But what can a sequestered writer know of frontline realities …?

-From Collateral, releasing November 6, 2012. (via ellenhopkins)