Natalie Wilkinson

Joined May 2021

155 stories

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Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Not necessarily in that order.

IG: @maisonette _textiles

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Sound Does Not Dissolve
Sound does not dissolve Into fragments, it permeates the atmosphere Like dye cast into the water. Ethereal waves bear its clamor to the heavens until
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Between the End and the Applause
Slowly hook the microphone back on the stand, eons of quiet In a brief moment with head bowed Looking neither left nor right
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
Silence. Top Story - August 2024.
Sliding across the bench toward you I reach out my hand for yours Late night sounds hush around us Empty coffee cups stacked
By Natalie Wilkinsonabout a year ago in Poets
I First Saw Him. Top Story - July 2024.
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Fiction
It's the Little Things
It's the little things that hurt the most. The way you never close the gate, Flirting with other people, Walking in front of me,
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
One Way to Write a Poem
The professor asked us to feel the bottom of our feet on the ground. Shoes between the bareness of skin, and the wooden floor of the hall we sat in,
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
(I’m just an) April Fool
V1 I’m just an April Fool ‘Cause I’ve been a fool for you, I thought I’d found a love so rare, but then you left without a care.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Because I Didn’t Know What To Do
Because I didn’t know what to do with them I placed her words in a box. Sometimes, I take them out and look at them Turning them round and round in my hands and my mind
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Extinguish the Light
Extinguish the light of day, my love Come to bed and sleep Lean against the pillows while Inner darkness retreats Perfectly a slow arc of sparkling
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Passing. Top Story - April 2024.
Every passing moment grew darker until Clouded, obscured, your life force receded Love never felt so without purpose, unneeded
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
Lonesome Road
Sarah stood at the top of the hill, waiting. For what, she didn’t know, maybe a sign from above. But there aren’t always signs to guide you in a tough decision: what is right and is possible aren’t always aligned. She thought about this while facing the two-lane highway. A lone car whooshed as it went by.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Fiction
My Name is Baby Yaya
My name, as it was given to me, is Baby Yaya. I am blond-haired and blue-eyed, with eyes that open and close. I was born in a cardboard box and stood on a shelf among many others for quite some time, looking across the aisle at some attractive stuffed pets.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Fiction