Tag Archive: Toti O’Brien

Ex-Tempora — Toti O’Brien

Let’s start under the tree. My braids pinned around my skull—an intimate hairdo I only sport in domestic settings. No make-up besides lipstick. I am holding my morning cup of coffee. My son… Continue reading

The Moth — Toti O’Brien

I couldn’t believe it let me come close, push the corner of its wing against the concrete, momentarily pinning it to the wall. Catching it under my cupped hand wasn’t possible: it was… Continue reading