There are many phantoms in these woods. Some hide in dark crevices; others slip under the cover of light. All bring with them a hunger. Ghosts enact rituals of fear, romance, and self-perception in Rosa Christina's "Sleepwalk into Eternity", a series of surreal and fantastical poems navigating dreamlike landscapes of courtship and longing. From the halls of a haunted house to the shores of forgotten lakes, these ghostly vignettes contend with a fearful yearning for the unknown.Rosa Christina may be found somewhere in Southern California. Some say she has been spotted lurking the ruins of a forgotten Borders, but true sycophants know she prefers to rot in her abode indefinitely. When she's not working her 9-5, Rosa enjoys reading fantasy novels, drawing tarot cards, and listening to horror podcasts while driving along the coast.

Rosa Christina may be found somewhere in Southern California. Some say she has been spotted lurking the ruins of a forgotten Borders, but true sycophants know she prefers to rot in her abode indefinitely. When she's not working her 9-5, Rosa enjoys reading fantasy novels, drawing tarot cards, and listening to horror podcasts while driving along the coast.