elixir consumed

Oscar Wilde

"We are the zanies of sorrow."

Sharon

As a place, her name meant a forest in Israel. Deep. Dark. Impenetrable. The one Sharon I knew growing up was gorgeous, the kind of girl I would have deemed unapproachable, unwilling to notice my existence. She wasn't at all. She was warm, salt of the earth, ready to laugh; a fellow conspirator. Each Sharon who followed had an advantage by gift of her name.

empathy

Jade Wasp

Long before the Green Hornet, there was the Jade Wasp.

My Pet Mammal

This is my pet mammal. He has been declawed and detoothed, so is relatively harmless. Just don't let him suck the breath from your lungs.

it

Here the sculptor loses it altogether.

focus

Here the sculptor begins to lose focus.

touch

Here the sculptor begins to lose touch with reality.