Prose
Finding Baby Sofia. Content Warning.
Vicki created, edited, wrote this story. Vicki Lawana Trusselli The Cry They Tried to Erase This is not just a video. It is a living archive, a protest suite, a cadence of care. Baby Sofia lies on the cracked concrete floor, wrapped in pink, crying against silence. The images, the captions, the cries, and the soundtrack together form a witness that refuses erasure.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
Socks of the Sun
The first light of morning always found Nani before anyone else in the house did. Not because the sun favored her — though some would swear it did — but because she rose quietly, as if waking a sleeping world required gentleness. She would sit by the window, knitting needles tapping in a rhythm older than any clock, her yarn glowing gold even before the sky agreed to brighten.
By Jhon smith2 months ago in Poets
