Natalie Wilkinson
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Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.
IG: @maisonette _textiles
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An Argument. Content Warning.
The parking lot was empty. It was dark below me, very dark. There was a coating of snow, just enough to obscure the lines and give a little sparkle to the blacktop. A black car, light from the headlights grazing the road, windshield wipers working intermittently, came down the narrow one-way street and turned left into the lot. It pulled to the middle and stopped, its red brake lights the only bright color in the world. A young woman got out quickly from the passenger side, slamming the door closed. I could hear the clashing thump and the shouting from inside the vehicle up to where I was on the twelfth floor.
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Fiction
Flowing Waters
a drop, turning to drops, and more drops, melting slowly from the frozen glacier // starting at the top of mountains i fall gathering strength and a melody as i go a mountain stream in joy leaping over small boulders on my way// where do i travel do you ask, it is to join the other mountain brooks on the way and falling together down the side of the cliff we travel onward to the sea//
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
