"When light seems too farfetched, I want to bring love into your darkness."
Lara O'Connor is the mother of three boys. She's a passionate foodie and wannabe backyard homesteader, though she has yet to plant a garden and acquire chickens.
She is new to writing and fell in love with it as a less conspicuous means of daydreaming and excellent way to avoid washing the dishes.
She enjoys pondering linear time and has imaginary conversations in her head pretty much constantly.
Her celebrity crush is Ira Flatow.
I doodle maps of this strange half-place, sketching the Mordor of an invisible widow…
Imagine all the forks you’ve held.
Even in the magical realm, waterfront is premium.
It will break your heart. It will build you another heart.
and like green
we are late
If you go home for a night, don't smell his deodorant: it's a grenade.
There were trumpets and angels and blossoms in my mouth.
It’s all God, or awful.
Born today was a goddess of the mysteries.
She wore her hair like vestments.
The dolphins titter over fuck-me pumps.
Call the Holy Spirit for a taxi. Pick me up---the usual. Bathroom floor.
I signed away the rights to my own damn treasure...
Listen with the physics of your heart.