Santa Anna
memories of rain
In the country, we collected rainwater in metal drums. We’d cover them with squares of aluminum weighed down with stones. We kept five drums in the backyard where someone had planted yams and bananas, among other things. I feared the banana trees, suspecting that at their roots where it was cold and dark, fat slugs were always lurking.
I’d stand there, naked toes curling into red earth. I’d uncover one of the drums and dip a long ladle into the wet, inhaling the deep scent of Santa Anna mingled with silt-laden rainwater secretively bearing all the mysteries of the universe.
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Tonya R. Moore
Jamaican writer & editor. Half-baked poet.
I write about dark stuff and star stuff.
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Beautifully written! Congratulations on the win!
Stunning. I love the juxtaposition of the banana trees that you fear—the banana trees, whose roots, laden with slugs, also need water to grow—with the wisdom of the water. Congratulations on the win; it's well-deserved!
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Poetic memories of a beautiful place. Well-deserved win, congratulations!
Beautiful 😍 Congratulations!
Awesome work💯❤️😉🎉🎉Congratulations on your Win 🏆 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉📝
Beautiful work! Congratulations!
Loved it.
Wow! Nicely written!
This is creative and capturing. Congrats!
As a fellow Jamaican country bumpkin, I feel our roots in the toes dug into red earth and the water barrels of time gone by. Nostalgia and memories of possibilities abound. Short and sweet story. Congrats on the win.
Oh this was so gorgeous! It also had a poetic touch to it! I loved it!
Congratulations 🎊🎉🎈
Definitely draws you in. Congrats!!!
Very lovely and congratulations!
Excellent & Congratulations!
Hmmm... this feels more like a confession than a micro, but it has a heavy immersion aspect. It brings up feelings of nostalgia, even if the memories are someone else's. Some people might read it and think of "humble beginnings." Yet, as this is the complete story it is just "humble."
What a gorgeous tableau. The whole scene is so vivid in my mind and really is magical. Congratulations! 🎊
This is so stunning! Everything about this was captivating. 💓 Congratulations!! Just gorgeous. 💓
This is a beautiful piece, Tonya. Love the earthy, early-morning-light feel you created. Like a fresh start to a crisp, bright, brand-new day. Thanks for the morning refresher! And Congratulations on a worthy victory in this hugely competitive Challenge! Bravo 👏
Beautifully written! Congratulations! :)
Beautiful piece. Congratulations!
Wonderful read and congrats!
I love your use of sensory descriptions to set this scene. I felt like I was there with you! Great job. This piece is beautiful.
Congratulations on the win!