Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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Welcome to My Portal
I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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“Echoes Across the Clockface”
“Echoes Across the Clockface” A mythic song about time, aging, and the universe past, present, future This story, known as an Outstages Story, is a legendary narrative set across Spain and Italy, featuring time itself as the main character in a café setting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
GEEZE LOUISE, I SAID NO KINGS. Content Warning.
This video is a mythic scroll stitched from sovereign visuals and ceremonial breathwork. It opens with a refusal: “If it’s Nazi love, I draw the line.” From there, it moves through scenes of pink rooms guarded by scrolls, flowers blooming in every color, and fences forming boundaries around a city of love that does not hate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Even Silence Has Wings
As I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me dissolved into a canvas of pale light, a blankness that seemed to stretch on forever. I blinked, and with each flutter of my lids, the void sharpened into shapes, like a watercolor painting taking form. A figure took hold at the periphery of my visional bird, silent and still, watching me with an unblinking gaze.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
BACKSEAT BLUES. Content Warning.
Backseat Blues I had a dream the other night. This morning, I was thinking about the world today in 2025. My thoughts took me back to 1955. My poppa owned a 1953 Chevy. We drove everywhere in that car. I remembered an event in 1955. I was five years old and as I watched the trees, mountains, deserts fade away as my poppa drove that Chevy like he was king of the road. Mom and Dad were cool. Now I am seventy-six. I closed my eyes today, drifted back to midnight as I lay in the back of that old yellow 1953 Chevy listening to Hank Williams on the radio sing, '‘I am so Lonesome I Could Cry.” I can still hear my poppa sing that tune softly. Mom would look over at Poppa, smile, then turn back and smile at me. I would hum the tune, then cry. I looked up at the stars, and I asked God, the Universe, “Was I Born Before?” For a day I dreamed about my archives, and I am now smiling at the end of the evening before midnight as I can still hear my Poppa sing to Hank Williams as we drove that old 1953 yellow Chevy down life’s highway.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Valley of Echoes. Content Warning.
I woke from velvet dreams to the sound of groceries arriving tiny gluten-free lasagna in hand, archive humming. Today’s post is a ceremonial suite: elders standing in witness, a Bohemian at the corporate threshold, and a barefoot Composer walking the cracked score toward the tribunal’s shadow. Each image is verse. Each caption has a spell.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Ledger of the Seventy-Four Percent. Content Warning.
My rent goes up every year in December just in time for Christmas! This is not just about me. It is about all of us boomers that are not wealthy. Every month I pay 74 % of my check of 1216 to rent, now it went up $20. Every month there are thousands of seniors in the same situation. I am overdrawn at the bank now. Payday loans turn into four every month to survive. At the third of the month the ritual repeats like clockwork. The stress is too much at times. I have healthcare and mental health care here in California. How long will this last under the Rumpty Dumpty and Satan Miller adminstration? What will we do? I live this way every month. My art, videos, and music are survival tools. I was never wealthy! There are millions of other folks living paycheck to paycheck, old and young. I live one day at a time in this dystopian nightmare of corporate greed, bigotry, and billionaires who do not care. They will throw us to lions, but wait, we have been living with beasts in time and space 2025.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in The Swamp
Parallel Realities, Soft Paw Entry
As a child my friend was a baby bear. I saw him even if no one else saw him or her. Dreams have always been my nights of play and movies of creativity of different realities. I see spirits and see the future at times through my dreams. I thought I was a normal 2 and 3 D human. I am not and this causes some folks to walk away and say, "You are strange, boo!" I am happy creating art, writing, music, & rainbows. Expression is a part of my personality. Dreams are a part of my art. I admit some folks hate that I use AI to help create my animations and photos that I write prompts to obtain the final art to represent my writing. LIFE IS FULL OF TWISTS AND TURNS AROUND DIFFERENT REALITIES EVERYDAY IF ONE OPENS THEIR HEART AND EYES. I am an empath, psychic dreamer. My creations come from my soul. So, if you hate AI, just try putting that thought away for 10 minutes to read, watch, and listen to my creations that come from my heart and soul.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
