Somedays you aren't sure you're alive until you're out of skin.

Blood, jazz, money, lies, Shakespeare, nipples dark as coffee stains, a cop named Ortuzo, night and love and sometimes you aren't sure you're alive until you're out of skin and the ocean and sky are the blues.

This short work concerns itself with elves in the modern world in which we live today. Their race has become so diluted over the long centuries, that only sparks of their former flame is ever evident. A trait or gift may show itself in one child o...