Claire says fall and the lead-up to Halloween is her favorite stretch of the year in Wisconsin. In talking with her and in her letters, she says that in her midnight walks and visits to grave sites, back yards, and even window peeking, that combined with her dreams and nightmares– this painting sums it up. It hangs on her living room wall, next to her bed and reading chair so she can see it from many angles, and she’s exchanged this with her summer at the lake picture. (Keep in mind that Claire’s story may contain elements of fiction.)
I’ve asked her for a new writing, a new poem, and I’ll post it as soon as I receive it.