Covered with Darkness

I do not know how Covered with Darkness came about. The process of creativity is still a mystery to me, even as I try to teach it, and this is especially true for everything that I write. There is some indefinable, inexpressible something that operates in the brain that I cannot analyze, which I simply try to appreciate and use. When it works, I give thanks to the powers that be, and when it doesn’t, c’est la vie. I believe there may be some hidden message in this work, which I hesitate to try to discover, let alone articulate. Probably there is a moral or allegory of some sort, but if you can find it, gentle reader, I wish you the best. I will not echo Mark Twain’s admonition, “Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.” Try to enjoy it is all I can offer.