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Alexsondra Tomasulo

Trees Are Speaking / Will You Listen

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

Might This Be Paradise

I lay unplugged, in what I can only describe as paradise. The sky was almost cloudless, except for one, billowy puff every now and then,...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

The Return

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

Keep Your Eye On The Ball

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

In Gratitude Of The Last Piece

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

The Naked Truth

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

Alexsondra Tomasulo

What Do You Hold Sacred?

What do you hold sacred what brings you home, pulling you gently allowing for the pause the moment of silence, that space where you bow...