Holly L. ThomasDec 18, 20201 min readDusk, stormUnseen forces roar the trees and bend them into music. The moon pins silver to the sky. Night doesn’t fall—it rises. Hecate waits at the...
Holly L. ThomasDec 18, 20201 min readThis poem is you...One of the billions of yesses whispered by whatever you call God.