Amanda Mcardle-Duale

Hive

My mind is a prison; the walls are pink: no sanctimonious soul, no piercing voice or echoing song. A rainy day turns into a rainy week; hours to nitpick at […]

Purple

happiness is — sand at the edge of a shoreline the last hour of an august afternoo n the purple hues of a sunset the cherry blossom s in spring […]