possiblissities

A Realm of Sacred Joy

Landay

  • THE VERANDA

    Landay 2 By Vivi Sojorhn     It smells like Aunt Sissy’s store, my childhood, my learning beauty From different eyes that still looked like all the Hankerson women. I am not explaining it well, I know. But sinking into Memory takes me to the curiosity of my childhood mind   Read more

  • Game$$$

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST Separated from myself, I tap and scroll,Chasing bright pixels, losing control. Coins for a crown, but can’t buy bread,Forgotten dreams fade, my heart feels led. With each glowing screen, I drift further away,Passport in limbo, my future at bay. In this endless quest, I’m lost in the game,A prisoner of choices, but Read more

  • Absence is presence

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the mutation, your laughter lingers,Revenance of you prickles my skin. Adjustment to your absence is like fabric softener, Does it really do much to change your presence? Read more

  • LANDAY FOR AUGUST In penumbra deep, I count the stars,  Each wish a whimper, drinking in bars.  Waiting to soar on wings of words,  Paper untouched, my pen cuts the cord.  Read more

  • Echoes

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST Tall dark ceilings, stone cold floors, empty rooms Are repeating patterns of forgotten lives, liar tombs Read more

  • LANDAY FOR AUGUST What wouldn’t have happened if deep learning withdrew,Patterns unseen, as our hopes fade from view. Ecosystems falter, their secrets untold,In a world without insight, the future grows cold. What wouldn’t have happened if data remained blind,No models to guide us, no solutions to find. Soils stripped of their richness, biodiversity lost,Without AI’s Read more

  • Forgiveness in the Garden

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST In the garden’s stillness,my parents each whisper of forgiveness,My roots forgotten there are memories I’d plant in a poison pot The sunflower stands tall,waiting for its moment to bloom,like hopes held in smoke and paint-stained hands. Amidst the weeds, I pull,each tug a release, a letting go,while seasons shift and faded flowers Read more

  • Real Coffee

    LANDAY FOR AUGUST A cup of coffee in the dawn’s race to day,  It warms my dreaming hands, my eyes catch sun’s first ray. Bitter meets the cream,  A storm brews at the horizon of my soul  Energy’s purpose unleashed. More please. Aromatic waves,  Barista’s art in the paper cup, a lid keeps in a  Read more