Waves

riting is a way of embracing life, its warmth, its jagged edges, its moisture and poison. The words penetrate life, and fecundation takes place.
     The following stories are no exception, indeed, not to say they dwells right in the middle, the puddle, of it.
     Evidently, they are therefore erotic in nature. If there are persons who object to this, I pity them. But accomodate myself to them, I could never do.