humor
The Starling’s Song
In the autumn of 2025, the tiny village of Brighthollow, tucked in the folds of the Yorkshire moors, was a place where time seemed to pause. Stone cottages clung to hillsides, and the wind carried the scent of heather and peat. For 34-year-old Lila Grayson, Brighthollow was a refuge. After a decade as a music teacher in London, where the city’s noise drowned her creativity, she’d returned to her childhood village, renting a small cottage once owned by her grandmother. Lila hoped to rediscover her passion for composing, but Brighthollow held secrets that would reshape her life.
By Shohel Rana4 months ago in Poets
“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
