Ode
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
WE ARE NOT ANTS. Content Warning.
This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Poets
