I am painting makeup on the face of my confusion. My scribbling connects me to something. The pen is in my hand. The paper lies still beneath its nib. It will always say the same things on these pages. These are the things I’m sure of.
Suzanne Stauss is a writer of mostly lyrical non-fiction, but sometimes she makes stuff up. Her work has been featured in various places online, as well as in “A Blackbird Sings”, a collection of short poems. When she is not plumbing the depth of human existence, she is an adoring housewife and a frightening PTA mom. She does not take herself too seriously.