Prose
MYTHIC SHADOW BLUES. Content Warning.
The Intro: Sometimes the "blue-tinted days" feel heavier than they should. This piece was born from the static and the "long, low moan" of the world outside my window a response to the crooks, the liars, and the systems that try to break our rhythm.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 15 days ago in Poets
Sparkling Diamond, Mythical Scam. Content Warning.
"I grew up in a world where a girl’s heartbeat was supposed to sync to the sparkle of a diamond, but life has a way of burning the script right out of your hands. Somewhere between the heartbreaks and the mornings I woke up breathing on my own, I learned that a ring is not magic, it is marketing. This piece, 'Sparkling Diamond, Mythical Scam,' is my snort and my 'Bull' to the old fairytales. I didn't need a ring to save me; I needed myself."
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 16 days ago in Poets
Headlights Dim in the Distance
Out the window, in the distance, I watch the headlights of a car fade. A sliver of moon glared through a sliver in the drapes, penetrating my early morning eye. There was wood or maybe I just had to pee. It was gone as quickly as it had arrived, pulling soft light out of a distant morn. I could roll over for comfort like I used to, comfort was there, but not as willing as she once was, besides the Black Lab between us claimed a big stake in it. Most people tell me they prefer buttons on the dash of their car opposed to the hard edge of a computerized flush screen in modern cars. I like ease, the cleanliness screens clean lines have to offer —but I still believe a car should have round headlights, it’s just the era my love comes from.
By Gerry Thibeault18 days ago in Poets
