Velvet Cloth

Authors think of their writings as their children. Produced with infinite care, shown to a few friends, and lovingly tucked away in some obscure file where they sleep undisturbed. I came across one such file recently. It was entitled "Miscellaneous writings: poems, stories, essays, etc." I felt it was time to wake them for public scrutiny. So here they are. Please be kind. They're fragile.