NaPoWriMo Day 27

Pink Moon 5 a.m. & the moon looms large in my pollen-streaked window, tree branches knocking across her surface. It’s been ages since  I’ve been awake in this early morning  hour, I’ve forgotten how solid the night  can be, empty of ghosts in the closet  and monsters under the bed –  they only seem to … More NaPoWriMo Day 27