Arriving
I was leaving Boston because I needed texture. Something to hold onto again. Running towards the desire for authentic speech, words flowing up through a throat taught with streamlined and […]
Tag Archives: Self
Spaces
And so maybe the reality is that is life feels uncomfortable and confusing, we know we’re doing it right. I was elated, relieved, partially skin-satiated in anticipating my journey to […]
Gypsy Heart {poetry}
“I want us, to create Us. Carry with us
all of our traveling pieces.”
How to Be Alone
“We rise in feathers and wax, child.” ~Vicktor Taiwo
Lindsey O'Neill 