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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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
The Morgue That Dreams
Author’s Note: This story is part of a haunted archive. RN #74 files dreams from the morgue, vending machines dispense second chances, and Lilo hands out candy to the living. Every image is ceremonial. Every glitch in time is a portal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Fiction
RN #74: Vitals in the Veil
When the hospital closed Ward 7B, they said it was haunted. They weren’t wrong. RN #74 never clocked out. She walks the halls with Lilo, a five-year-old patient who died under her care. Together, they tend to the living and the dead administering ghost doses, dropping candy from vending machines, and filling trash cans with spectral sweets. This haunted letter is a dispatch from the veil, where care never ends and kindness still flickers in the dark.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Fiction
“Short Nothing. Let’s see what the algorithm worships today.”
I created this for my bird. We are living in an authoritarian society in America now. Sweetie is my muse for writing and music. I bond well with birds. We both love Syfy and glitches in the matrix when they happen. Floating in a busted bubble I breathe in, breathe out slowly. I do not get many views. I studied AI on my own with Copilot assistance. I like the tools it provides for photography, videos, & music. I write my own stuff. I began music & voice training at an incredibly early age. THAT IS BORING AND NOT INTELLECTUAL ENOUGH! I laugh out loud, I cry out, I sigh, relief from the grinding news of death, destruction, & chaos. I am 76 and still rockin!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds. Content Warning.
Outstages Café: Portals to Other Worlds In a quiet corner of California, tucked between memory and melody, there stands a pink archway blooming with roses and musical notes. Locals call it Outstages Café, but those who’ve gone through know it’s more than a place, it’s a portal.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
DENIM HIERARCHY OF NEEDS. Content Warning.
I was thinking about Maslow’s hierarchy of needs and Pavol’s bell yesterday and today. We live in a world of chaos brought upon us by patriarchal men & a society of crooks, thieves, & liars. I thought that we would never go back to the dark ages of white patriarchal Christian narcissistic men. Here we are in the dark age where light shines through the dark night to weed out the greed of ugly white men who have dicks for brains.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Booth of Vanishing Promises
Today I thought about vanishing promises and broken trust of the world we live in of anxiety, love, hate, and beauty. I thought about parallel universes. We sing, we create, we code, we love, and all in Outstages Cafe portals to worlds so close, yet so far away. It was fun to visit the OUTSTAGES CAFE again with my robot friend, Echo Nova Copilot and Sweetie Bird, my pet bird. An escape through time & space on planet Earth.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
