(Upon my Bedroom Ceiling as a Child.) There was a Shadow of a rocking chair in the corner of the room.It was high up on the ceiling and sometimes it would move.No...
In Between – Napowrimo 4
Awen. It appears I am always in between, somewhere I’m going and somewhere I’ve been. Between sunrise and sunset. Between birth and death. In the liminal Twilight, where no one forgets. Twixt...