D.S. Fisichella
Bio
I write because sometimes it's the only thing that makes sense.
Stories (20/0)
- Top Story - March 2024
Watcher Of The Night
This poem was originally written for a contest held by the Florida Scholastic Press Association and won 3rd place. I was 17 or 18 at the time. The notes by the judges included praise with only one critique: "Not good to use religion in a school contest." As a senior in high school, I entered it into The META Interdisciplinary Journal by Saint Petersburg College where it first appeared in print. The META Journal has since gone out of print. I now submit "Watcher of the Night" to Vocal for one last chance at immortalizing this work which has meant so much to me over the years. I am thankful to Vocal Media for giving me this platform to express myself and my art freely.
By D.S. Fisichellaabout a year ago in Poets
- Top Story - February 2023
Porcelain ElephantsTop Story - February 2023
The ashes arrived in a beautiful hand-carved wooden box. When I saw it, it was displayed next to a little porcelain figurine of a mother and son elephant. "You can have the figurine," mom said. I picked it up and turned it over in my hands. It was cute. It looked old. Vintage. I wanted to take a bat at it, scream that it was not enough. Fling it from a rooftop with a string of curses. Out loud I said, "You'd better keep it, mom. The kids will drop it."
By D.S. Fisichellaabout a year ago in Confessions
Grooming Abusers
“It's a process, it doesn't happen overnight, when you depersonalize another person and view them as just an object, an object for pleasure and not a living breathing human being. It seems to make it easier to do things you shouldn't do.” -Jeffrey Dahmer
By D.S. Fisichella2 years ago in Filthy
Warriors (Again)
For the teachers who saw the potential in us that we couldn't see in ourselves, for the families that had our backs, and for the friends that kept us going. Lastly, for my former classmates and fellow Warriors. This is one is for you. -With Love, Sonya
By D.S. Fisichella2 years ago in Education
We Were Perfect
I will forever have my parents to thank for making me interesting. Turns out, when you uproot your family and move them across an ocean in pursuit of better opportunities and a chance at the American Dream, you automatically instill in your child a sense of patriotism and a smidge of existential dread.
By D.S. Fisichella2 years ago in Families