The Storm
Dear Uncle Tony,
I am writing to you from the sea
Send me a sign, please,
Tony, I’m tired, but my family needs me
Righteous anger has burned me
And my blood is no longer sweet
Careless nature has turned me
Tony, I’m sick, but my love doesn’t hear me
I smell death on my body and
Oh, man, how I wish to be free with
Nothing left to bother me
About the Creator
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Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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Congratulations on placing. I enjoyed your take on the challenge. 💖