Prose
Beneath the Willow Tree
The first time Noah saw the girl beneath the willow tree, she was sketching the sky like it might disappear any second. It was the middle of July, and the park was hot and green, full of kids screaming and sprinklers spinning in suburban rhythm. But under the oldest willow, a girl sat alone with a pencil, a notebook, and a thousand-yard stare that looked right through time.
By Shakil Sorkar8 months ago in Poets
The Happy Feat!
The Happy Feat! There are certain situations in life which, though harrowing, we cannot walk away from without ruining any possibility of future happiness, for the degree to which our decisions will haunt us will always outweigh the fleeting joys in which we engage to escape the screeching ghost of the past.
By C. Rommial Butler8 months ago in Poets
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In the heart of a fog-drenched town nestled between the mountains and the sea, stood a little clock shop that defied the passing of time. It was not a place most people noticed, even if they walked by it every day. The wood-paneled sign simply read: Avery's Timepieces, and in the dust-speckled window sat a curious array of ticking machines—some no larger than a coin, others towering like soldiers frozen in brass.
By Shakil Sorkar8 months ago in Poets
Ions of the Ocean Birds of a Feather
Today upon awakening I heard Sweetie Bird, my parakeet tweet. I turned on the news! Although I do not live by the ocean in Riverside, I am addicted to the ocean as a powerful source of positive energy. The song was in my head all morning. So, I wrote it down as poetry turning it into a song to accompany the video story. This is not about me! It is about creating a time for meditation in this chaotic dystopian world on Earth in the year 2025. I used a lot of my photos and videos as well as my routine animation from my and wild imagination from my dreams. It is not about me! It is about humanity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
