Stream of Consciousness
Ghosts in the Fuel Pump
This old gas station flashed by my train window in 2016 and pulled me straight back to the days of Route 66, soda pops, and “fill ’er up” summers, a forgotten station on a long desert stretch between Austin and LA, where time paused just long enough for me to remember everything.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Stormy Sunshine Clouds at the Bay 2014
Stormy Sunshine Clouds at the Bay 2014 Another Decade of Another Life I was standing at the Phillips station in Rockport, waiting on Gloria to finish her shift, the two of us sharing breakfast snacks like we always did. Nothing fancy just the kind of small ritual that becomes the heartbeat of a friendship. The bay stretched out behind the palms, pretending to be calm.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
THUNDER....
𒐕- Lyrically sign, atone / atom / Adam a cracked apple bleeds its proof: sweetness first, then the settling truth. If it was ever worth the devil, stand and wrestle. When the storm remembers you, I arrive as thunder each letter a black sheet slowly settling.Heavy strike a divine edge through time you divide in a minute.After what remains of you learns the shape of absence. I define nothing.If I were something, I would speak once zip the one, and force it into None. None / All the pillar stands.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH4 months ago in Poets
