What will you quit?
Quitting dosen't mean you lack perseverance;
This sudden declaration,
This announcement
Will offer a chance,
To seize this moment of transition,
To foster growth.
© gillena cox 2025
Fires ablaze, the winds rough enough to spread mayhem and catastrophe. People left homeless. Such is the mood of January in LA as a world watches and weeps at the plight of one another
Power shifts and power sits. With its quota of conspiracy theories on an important and significant day of memories
One significant question is posed: “where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”
In Trinidad and Tobago the vibe is hot and busy. Preparing for the street event of Carnival where a State of Emergency lurks in the shadows overseeing crime and criminal elements detrimental to life and peace. This truly is a world of chiaroscuro. © gillena cox 2025
“where can we find light in this never-ending shade?”–From Amanda Gorman, “The Hill We Climb” is to be used in our prose or flash fiction write today
Yet Another
The sounds of last year fights
The eve of New Year;
Booming noises, sparkling lights,
Questions arise,
As sounds of last year fights:
With our hope spirits,
Will it be better even if in slight?
Pondering is always the mood;
As this margin in time so slight,
Becomes the reality of yet another,
For sounds of last year fights.
© gillena cox 2025
The Situation
When their ship left harbour,
Those sailors were already lifted,
Voices echoed in risque shanties
Out there on seas unending
Rough wind and waves befriend
Birds may squark, but to them
Was not music enough.
Anchor lifted to sounds of men
Tied by situation.
© gillena cox 2025
