California Chronicles: Part 2
I sat there two days into the workshop, with smoke snaking its way high and low around us on the california coastline, the landscape having become the silent bearer of […]
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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 […]
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 […]
Lindsey O'Neill 