Adriana.K.Maxwell

Adriana.K.Maxwell
Adriana.K.Maxwell
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spruce
The tree seems small on the hillside but large in our living room. The horses plod through the snow and flakes get stuck on our eyelashes. Dad holds the red handsaw. We drink hot chocolate and look at ornaments, pine sawdust in our noses as they shake and wind the tree up tight in green netting.
savor
Roll the sweet around with your tongue, suck honeyed juice, taste lingering deep in your memories.
bridle
Felicity nudges her nose into me, clover still stuck on her lips. The sun is shining and the flies are not out yet. I lean into her, smelling sun-warmed horse and saddle soap.
furrow
The carabao waits as the man adjusts the plow, slogging through rice patty mud, thick, snail shells crunching under his feet.
cottage
The prairie grass grows tall over my head, orange-purple grass waving, the cottage is almost hidden, sod roof blending into the meadow.
crackle
The warm mug sits in her hand, chipped nails against porcelain crackle, tea fog on her face, covering her glasses, letting herself sink into the warmth.
apron
The apron is too small for me now, denim with my name in puffy paint, from when I stood on a chair to beat the dough into submission, marveling at the yellow goo pouring from white shells cracked by my mother's hand.
match
The strike, slicing darkness, hot against your fingers, one soldier against the night, smoke longer than the flame as it burns out.
marble
Marble rolls through the maze, cat's eye winking in the sun, a childhood bubble you can hold in your fist and hold it up to watch the world curved and upside down, smooth magic.
band
The band marches, sun glaring off brass, drums beating, hands in front of the kids to keep them from running after the candy.
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writing since 2023 · 711 entries · 704 days shown up
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on this day 1 year ago
Adriana wrote about seahorse
“Seahorse, tethered, swaying, bone trumpet face, if you can't be fast, then you have to be hard, tail curled round to sway with the weeds”
the words Adriana reaches for
skynowsunfingerswatersometimesgrasshandsredfeetwinddarksoftbreatheyeslight