Gratitude
At the Edge of Voice
Already, I am looking— at my son, eight years old, his voice nearly stolen by the noose that sought his life and light. I look again, and wonder if the entertainer will carry forward the creative fire, my love for the brightness of the sun.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales5 months ago in Poets
SOLETA BLUE
This video song is dedicated to my late Grandma Carrie Soleta & my Sweetie Bird. I am from North Hollywood. MISS THE entertainment, art, and the creative vibes I still cherish in my heart & soul. Sweetie is my baby bird, now an Executive Producer for Trusselli Art. We have so much horror and hate in America today, one must look at all sides of the pyramid to someday turn the pyramid upside down where the ones without are on top to spread love not hate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets






