Marsha Adams
@marshaadams.bsky.social
470 followers 400 following 450 posts
Autistic author. Books on Kindle Unlimited: https://shorturl.at/vOVW0 Stories on Medium: http://marshmallowscut.medium.com
Posts Media Videos Starter Packs
marshaadams.bsky.social
an expensive school
taught a defensive rule:
senses fool;
a voice soaked in honey
smoke and money,
the southern grown
#undertone
of a comfort zone;
his linen suit
hid a sinful brute;
the Mr Clean front
of a libertine

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
"Get me a #piranha sandwich and make it… with a soft, brioche to balance out the greasiness of the fried fish without masking the delicate flavour."
"Do you want capers?"
"No, I don't enjoy them."

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
The hood of the shapeless #raincoat sagged over her downcast eyes. She saw a few inches of pavement in front of her feet, and that was enough.

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
"What's up?"
"I've lost my #verve. The doc gave me some drugs, but they don't seem to be working."
"You should try a Libertine."
"What's that?"
"A new cocktail. Old Monk rum and Minute Maid peach juice."

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
"Tangerine, clementine, or #libertine?"
"What's a libertine?"
"A new hybrid. It's a cross between a blood orange and a finger lime."

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
white #ash staining the land
the locals call it snow
they take their washing
and their children in

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
Some days, writing and real life #clash.

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
appreciate
#associate
appropriate
assimilate

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
She wanted to watch a video promising powerful techniques to improve patience, but there was a twenty-second unskippable #advert before it started.

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
she’s #elastic
she’s got a horse part made out of plastic
she uses it in ways quite gymnastic
'cos she ain't no nun

she’s got a mister
and God only knows where he's kissed her
but on the palm of his hand is a blister
'cos he don't get none

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
#pulp:
cotton stripped
made wet
beaten into sheets
bound
used for shameful stories

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
each fleeting moment became
its own contingency, an urgent #oasis
offering opportunities to flourish
and we drank

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
the past seen through a glass
darkly masked by a whisky #blur
whatever hope seemed sparse
was only wish deferred

#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
I don't know how I can write for #vss365 if I'm always worried about exposing my tract: it's quite a #conundrum, or so I've been told by those who've seen it.
marshaadams.bsky.social
I wanted to tweet a #vss365 story today, but after a long time spent fiddling with my tract I managed to #sublimate that desire.
marshaadams.bsky.social
I was going to write a #vss365 today, but given the current fashion I'm certain I would be mocked if my tract had an #escutcheon. Perhaps I shall wax lyrical tomorrow.
marshaadams.bsky.social
🙏☺️
Although if my attempt at innuendo had worked, 'nourishing' would be an unexpected but interesting adjective. 😜😂
marshaadams.bsky.social
I suppose my reluctance to write for #vss365 might spring from anxiety about exposing my tract to #scrutiny. I know it's natural for them all to be different, but I'm worried that people will think mine is weird.
marshaadams.bsky.social
I thought about writing something smutty for #vss365 today, because I looked up the definition of #sonorous and it seemed promising, Luckily I realised in time that I'd misunderstood the phrase 'imposingly deep and full.' Perhaps I'll try again tomorrow.
marshaadams.bsky.social
I briefly entertained the idea of writing a #vss365 story today, but it was merely a passing whim. I'll check with #Caprice about writing tomorrow: not the model, because she won't take my calls anymore, but the suburb of Accra. I'll do an online poll or something.
marshaadams.bsky.social
I may write for #vss365 today; I may not. I do need to be prepared for either #eventuality, which is why I'm naked.
#vss365
marshaadams.bsky.social
The drought continues. I feel if I could only write something for #vss365 today, that might become a #bellwether and the floodgates would open. Or if not a bellwether, then at least a wee gambolling lamb. Or a kebab. I could go a kebab.