• Adia D. commented on the post, pattern 7 years, 6 months ago

    Tapping onto a pane of glass, drips of water create areas of momentary activity. I roll over, counting the spaces in between the beats, tip, tap, dropping on top of the sill.

  • Adia D. commented on the post, pouch 8 years ago

    Standing in the aisle, swaying along with the bus, clutching the handhold for her life with one hand. She has a small pouch at her hip with its straps slung across her body. She uses her free hand to pull out a folded pocket-sized photo from the bag, of her home. Her first love and […]

  • Adia D. commented on the post, poison 8 years, 1 month ago

    Poison is in every drop of our blood. It pumps through us with purpose, like it belongs, and why shouldn’t it- we welcome the toxins. From our food to our water to the things our brains consume, like little white lies, we invite the poison in. The poison is in every breath that we breathe. […]

  • Adia D. commented on the post, transport 8 years, 1 month ago

    I rode the school bus every day in middle school. There were kindergarteners up to high school seniors on our bus, and the number one rule: don’t fall asleep on the bus. Once, a guy ended up with trash from the floor in his mouth, and one other time, someone’s CD player ended up missing… […]

  • Adia D. commented on the post, root 8 years, 1 month ago

    the root is like the beginning
    the source, the creator
    but it moves and grows with the body
    a body that lives and changes
    and abides in its creator
    abiding in each other
    you and i,
    root to tip

  • Adia D. commented on the post, ill 8 years, 1 month ago

    Everything and everyone becomes ill because we are all connected like leaves touching branches or knees bumping into each other on the train. Spreading, spilling out onto each other, sharing our illnesses, our flaws, our secrets, our ghosts. Like leaves on trees we fall and scatter together, dying separately but all at once.

  • Adia D. commented on the post, skeleton 8 years, 2 months ago

    She rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and staring into the white pedestal sink. Something was after her, trying to get to her pale dust covered bones.

  • Adia D. commented on the post, ticket 8 years, 2 months ago

    Trying to find the way to you
    Pieces of paper like gold in my hands
    Distance is weird like that
    Makes me draw up tickets made of air
    for you
    I just want to drop this baggage here