California Chronicles: Part 1
Mist in the morning. Hawk Hover. I stood in the shower that morning with unpolished toes on thin worn linoleum, thinking maybe this was the contraction before the expansion. Twisting […]
Tag Archives: comfort
Marking Time
I sat there at my wooden desk last Friday morning, long slow drawl of summer slightly audible in mid-July, as if it too was asking me in, inviting my body to […]
Caramel in my bones
It was Sunday morning and I was craving breakfast sandwiches and blue plate specials, familiarity in the form of digestible comfort from somewhere along the road, breathed into my cells. […]
Lindsey O'Neill 