In many a country’s folklore, the night of the winter solstice is when the barrier between the land of the living and that of the dead is thinnest, notorious in realms of paranormal activity, ghost stories, and myth. I have had ghosts for as long as I can remember. Cruel home ghosts with dark eyes […]
We are pinpricks of light, flickering side by side, strung, bound together in the great hollow space between words and womb I wait for it to speak and watch while golden honey drowns daydreamed maps scrawled across my desk. Feathers stuffed under its skin and black button eyes a doll with heart beating tiny white […]