Adriana.K.Maxwell
Golden summers, where the sun melts into the lake and we head home, huddled in damp towels to keep the sand from getting all over the seats, fireflies flashing sparks of glitter
Music is one of the three uniters of humanity. Eating together, singing together, and dancing together are the quickest ways we connect.
The season is changing, line of blue sky and grey clouds, warmth is coming, mosquitos buzzing, ducks dabbling, goslings losing their fuzz.
I don't know what you want. Your questions seem searching and I'm afraid that I'm failing the test. Always trying to know if this is concern or an evaluation. So, I'm fine.
The lamp shines quiet on the succulent in the modpodged glass jar, a captive sun for a tiny desert. Mini cactus reaching up
Maple trees cast lace shadows on the front yard. I lay in the grass where the rabbits laid before and stare up at green. I breathe in deep.
Be gentle with your arrows. Never pull back your string if you are not ready to release. Never aim at anything you don't want to shoot.
The dog doesn't bark, it whimpers. Not safe, not safe, and can't protect itself. All it knows are claws and teeth and you took that away.
My pulse keeps beating, I breathe, the rain rolls in, grass bending, grey sky, the hush of the weather on a grey Saturday
Sweet, chewing sugarcane in the back of a Talubin house, hiding behind concrete because we were ashamed of our spitting skills, black cake of homemade sugar in lemongrass tea in Chapyosen, fresh lemongrass growing at the bottom of the stairs, spear still stored in the rafters
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