Adriana.K.Maxwell

Adriana.K.Maxwell
Adriana.K.Maxwell
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pond
The pond sits in shadow. Frogs splash in as I walk around the edge, sinking under pond scum. The whole world slows its breath around her. Deep layers of leaves around that have been mashed down into layers of history and a blanket for mushrooms. Mosquitos buzz over it, hover-dancing.
pond
The pond sits in shadow. Frogs splash in as I walk around the edge, sinking under pondscum. The whole world slows its breath around her. Deep layers of leaves around that have been mashed down into layers of history and a blanke
nutmeg
Nutmeg on oatmeal, trying new flavors, not just cinnamon, something new, stirring it in. The morning is young and we are in the middle between rushed and enough time to blow and wait for warm food.
dance
Dance is about having fun and communicating with your partner. It doesn't matter what dance you are doing as long as you are doing the same dance as each other. It is making art with your body, enjoying how your body moves. Wear something that makes you stay temperature cool as y
inlet
In the harbor, the sea kissing the shore, the land hugging the waves, never staying but not quite leaving, always having a place to return to.
scarf
The scarf is translucent, silk covering my great grandma's white curls, in that little kerchief babushka style, I lean against her in the flower chair, tracing the diamond veins on her hands, admiring the crystals in her glasses.
granite
Granite blocks sparkle in the sun, can't catch it in a photo. Old stones farmers stumbled over cut into mansions left behind.
flicker
Flicker on and off, light dying but still striving, shuddering, not giving up yet, gasping in light, and the buzz of a tired bulb.
fiddle
My sister lays the fiddle against her shoulder, over a hundred years old, belonging to a great grandpa only my father remembers but now we all get to enjoy the music.
rind
The rind piles up in curls of peel. Orange juice drips sticky from her fingers. She peels the white film, perfuming her fingernails.
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Adriana wrote about myth
“The mysterious breath of the past, before words were written, when knowledge floated down from the voices of the ancestors, who knows if it was the voice of a priest or a grandmother with children re…”
the words Adriana reaches for
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