Literature

Joy can be slippery. Slippery things should be approached with caution, so I’ve always tiptoed carefully…

     I take my nails off at the salon. Then I go home and paint…

Tonight God is dead and so is the Prophet.  Tread lightly through my psyche, which I’ve…

Maude awoke unrested. Sunlight snuck in through the slits in her blinds; even the soft morning…