Writer. Gothic Soul. Woodland Spirit.
In the secondhand shop book section I open the front covers, looking for inscriptions Written with love, books given as gifts For birthdays or chosen from Christmas lists It breaks my heart to see these books given away Lingering on the shelves in this limbo of a place Did the previous owners downsize? Or did... Continue Reading →
By the glow of the clock when night has enclosed me when sleep seems out of reach when the hours squeeze tight, anxious for morning light, when rest won't come, I play my favorite album, silently in my mind, mouthing every line every lyric's rhyme like an incantation, a charm to keep me safe from... Continue Reading →
Michelle Wicklow 