Twanda Webley

“There they go.
Look at those dogs go!
Why are they going fast in those cars?
What are they going to do?
Where are those dogs going?”
― P.D. Eastman, Go, Dog. Go!

“The summer of 2019 had overstayed its welcome in Florida,
lingering well into September. As if to make a point about global
warming, the rabid sun scorched the waters of Biscayne Bay for
weeks, generating a haze of humidity that blurred the line between
the windless sea and the sky above. Not to be accused of playing
favorites, the sun’s rays beat down on the land with equal spite,
pummeling grass, palms, and bushes into limp submission. The
heat weaponized asphalt roads and cement sidewalks, the shimmery
mirages above them a clear warning to all living things to stay away
or burn.”
― J.K. Franko, Eye for Eye

“Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.”
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage

“Are you mad? Something needs to be done. I cannot just go for a walk like every other day. Our world is falling apart.”
― Tricia Copeland, To Be a Fae Queen