Song Lyrics
“Payday Panic, Living Light”
Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World She woke late, her body heavy with illness, the kind that even makes breathing feel like labor. The holiday had passed quietly, but its ache arrived late, creeping into her morning like a shadow.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
The Gathering/The Raid
The Gathering/The Raid Workers of Pathways Part Two The concrete of the hospital steps was already seeping cold through the knees of her scrubs. The nurse had not moved since she found the bundle. She just held it held her, Baby Sofia, though she did not have a name yet tight against the warmth of her chest, shielding her from the institutional chill.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
WORKERS OF PATHWAYS
I added the video because it is an important part of the visuals for this story. I am not apologizing for the video because I thought about just publishing the story but the video works for this story. My teacher friend in LA loves the videos and the visuals. I dedicate this to my teacher friend, Ms. Lidia, to my social worker therapist, Elizabeth, to my Nurse, Arapia, and to my caregiver, Rosa.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
