Danielle Dulsky 🖤
Listen. The Otherworld is close, this threshold day between this and that, between the memories that haunt and the visions that bewitch our better selves into being. Here, our beloved dead meet us in our daydreams and bestow their quiet bounty. The wild hunt rides the October wind and bends the branches in our direction. We wait. We wonder. We pour whiskey in the dirt for those long-gone-still-here ones. For them, this night and every night, we sing.