I am thrilled to be included in the most recent anthology published by Kobayaashi Studios: FromOneLine Vol.2.
From the publisher:
The SECOND FromOneLine Anthology is another stunning edition : published as an A5 sized book, featuring 41 prompt lines, 113 authors, and 457 poems and flash fiction.
Stemming from a Twitter-based prompt, the participants of FromOneLine write poetry or very short prose based around a single offered line prompt – and the results have been incredible. A selection of these writings have been gathered into this second volume to be enjoyed at your leisure. Comes with a bookmark.
Paperback : 234 pages Edited by Meghan Dargue Published by Kobayaashi Studios
You can get the anthology hereor on the publisher’s site here.
Don’t turn your back. I am the glue that holds together the baked sands stuck on your skin during endless torrid summers. Sometimes I look like a four-leaf clover sitting on the lapel of your black coat on the 15th of every month. Other times when it is dark, you call me Selena, and you make my twelve fingers knead your ecstasies and plant them in whispering tombs. … Remain.
Congratulations to those who entered the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose and won Honorable Mentions. I am most grateful for your contribution. The beauty of your poems filled me with joy. Thank you from the bottom of my heart!
The authors, their sites, and their poetry:
Honorable Mentions – Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose [in no particular order]
Joni Caggiano, inspired by The child to be, You Were The Best of Us
Daylilies and lavender fall from a sky of bright eyes, in the silhouette of a boat, under a quarter moon. Born on the month of the ram with your right fist on your pink cheek. I was twenty, and you were my gift from God and my second love. My milk came like a white river on the third day. Red, your color, dwelling within the passion where fire seared black, my white peasant dress. Burning away the smell of gardenias and honeysuckle, a miracle fashioned within our fervidness. Meeting your father in an arid desert on foreign sand, oh, how I was craving dreams, escape, and freedom. He was to be my savior, but he was only a man. Like the red coral of the sea, our child was the best of him and me.
Cindy Georgakas, Inspired by Self-Indulgence, Chance Meeting
We sat at the coffee shop and chatted, eyes riveted drinking in the rose hips of winter in February, where children run in the snow. We escape from hardships and cold. Electricity between us like thunder of the night. Steam escaping… sent shivers up my spine. Different silhouettes in denseness, yin and yang. worlds apart, but one species. We scan each other; Small-town country to city slicker. Voices echoed, through the caravan of the room. A chance meeting, where tight spaces took distance away. Mountains etched with grooves on either side, sandwiched between the icicle cafe, where bodies collide. Cupid piercing the heart. Sweetness found wrapped In foil like the chocolate waiting at our chairs. We sigh, our coffee cold. Country song on the radio singing “Live like you were dying”
Jeff Flesch, inspired by and…love… and… love… is seen.
After the devoured lamb licking our fingers clean 2 million stars of Wadi Rum pulling our eyes up to the sky You hooked my little pinkie with yours as we lay in the sand hearing the adolescent boy playing the Oud until he made us cry.
Purple mountains pink sand, fake feet fights laughing undercover we muffled our laughter with your sleeve. No-one has the right to be this happy
All I need is you.
Your profile, a Persian princess framed in embers from a dying fire…. My honored one, I trace your nose with my feather, wrap the blanket tighter, those gelid desert nights. are swirling swirling.
“Tomorrow I’ll buy the best gold to adorn us. You always laugh when I am serious. I’m really serious!”
Some masks with silver tooling and hanging coins, We’ll tinkle and impress next time we buy bread, but tonight…. I just need you alone. Cling to me, we are a shipwrecked life raft for each other on this rolling sea of sand.
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“The caves are so beautiful in morning light “Come sleep up above with us” “You’ll miss it all”
The Judges have spoken. Here are the winners of the Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose. Congratulations to those who won prizes and to those who won Honorable Mentions. Your poems are fabulous. I am beyond grateful you entered the contest. In my heart you are all winners. Thank you!
This post features only the poems of the winners.
My Friday post will feature the poems of those who received Honorable Mentions.
The Winners of The Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose are:
First Place Virginia Mateias
Second Place Ingrid Wilson Eric Daniel Clarke
Third place D. Wallace Peach Timothy Price
Honorable Mentions [in no particular order]
Joni Caggiano Cindy Georgakas Jeff Flesch Karima Hoisan Carrie Yang
The Poems of the Winners:
Virginia Mateias, Crystals from the absurd [Inspired by Moonlight love]
The moon and I trade glances beneath the light of ages reflections of our phases, we traverse boundaries of shadow the birth and death of stars adorns our voyage my course uncharted on a shoreless sea.
She is the sand-dollar storyteller of sirens and undertows hidden caves beneath blooms of coral, troves of stolen gold a moon-faced child unblemished by the salt of tears she weaves tales of faithfulness sung to the sea’s rhythmic strum.
A seductress, she trades in the caress of madness and liquid kisses when a timorous heart flares and passion burns by torchlight skin and wings consumed, I surrender to the mariner’s lure drown in the tide’s curling crush and gull’s lonesome cry.
She is the gibbous years, molding castles of compromise sand towers dripping through faults in cupped hands I comb the half-moon beach for luminous abalone craft a chime of common jingle shells, all that I find.
She is the windborne balloon of my daughter’s dream awakening a boy fishes upon the crescent of her smile sea-smoothed glass tumbles at their feet for sorting, for choosing for all my devotion, iron ships founder like paper-sailed toys.
She whispers a harmony of waxing and waning an old crone’s serenade in her waves’ refrain when sea thrift and violets yield petals to sheer bluffs she chants from the conch cupped to my ear:
You are the nautilus spinning outward eternal feminine on a string of pearls iridescent ’til the sun succumbs to midnight deep when a silken wind sweeps over lunar dunes erasing your footprints rolls you into darkness eclipsed.
Timothy Price, One Side Sacred The Other Side Profane [inspired by Between Sacred and Profane]
Quicksilver shimmers, dances — it’s mesmerizing, mad Stealthily slithered made its way slowly to the bay Dumped in fact for many years A disease so mysterious, unexplained One side sacred. The other side profane
Shoulders bare in her bath of darkened waters stilled Quicksilver’s spawn crippled lies in darkness no free will Mother cuddles her loved, her badly damaged daughter A mystery in her mother’s arms distorted from the pain Industry is sacred, her life made profane
A man of vision documented, published all the strife For his efforts he was beaten to within inches of his life Trying to enlighten the world he gave up his sight He died for the cause, was his martyrdom in vain? Jobs are sacred, his life’s end profane
Thousands fell from Quicksilver’s seeds inside their mothers’ wombs Those children grew up oh so numb, fell blinded, deaf and dumb Ostracized, outcasts convulsing from their awful curse It was “cat dance fever” so many said that made them go insane Society is Sacred. Their lives were profane
To all winners: please send your PayPal accounts to email@example.com. Vita Brevis Press will disburse the prizes from my royalties no later than the end of the week.
The selection of the winners was a very difficult task. My deepest thanks to the judges.
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The Honorable Mention poems will post on Friday. Please read my Friday post. The poetry of those who received Honorable Mentions is also stunning.
Next Tuesday I will announce another initiative to help our community strive more.
A heartfelt thank you to Ingrid for her beautiful review of my book Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose
“I have just finished reading Woman: Splendor and Sorrow, the second poetry and short prose collection from the exceptionally talented Gabriela Marie Milton. It is no word of a lie to say that the book transported me, to a world, not only of the senses, but to the association of those senses with all that is true and beautiful in life. This collection flames with the passion and intensity of the true Artist.”
Lilies of the Valley – a poem from Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose
I can see the woman who assumes things. Every night she picks the flowers that I throw on the road: withered lilies of the valley. She wants to be me. She wants my blood. She does not know I rearranged the bell-shaped whites so no one else can breathe their sweet scents. No one else can be me. No one else can make you, you.
The woman puts the withered flowers in her bag.
A new moon rises over her left shoulder. Bad luck.
I rush to protect her.
Before he, died my father said:
If you try to do justice to the wicked, you will forget to do justice to the virtuous. And if you forget to do justice to the virtuous, you only work for yourself. That is the biggest sin of all.
The winners of the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose will be announced on NOVEMBER 16.
Soon I will launch several initiatives to help our literary community strive more.
Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA community is growing: beautiful poems and fantastic interactions.
Finalists of the Poetry Contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose
My Dear Readers,
Congratulations to the 13 finalists of the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose!
I am thrilled to present you with their names, the titles of their poems, and the title of the poems from Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose that inspired them. The finalists are listed in no particular order.
Ingrid Wilson, Event Horizon, inspired by the poem You in Another Life.
Eric Daniel Clarke, Somewhere Stations, inspired by The Train to Vienna.
Cindy Georgakas, Chance Meeting, inspired by Self-Indulgence.
Virginia Mateias, Crystals from the absurd, inspired by Moonlight love.
D. Wallace Peach, Eclipsed, inspired by The moon and I.
Joni Caggiano, You Were The Best of Us, inspired by The child to be.
Jeff Flesch, and… love… is seen, inspired by And.. love…
Karima Hoisan, The Stars of Wadi Rum, inspired by Sahara.
Carrie Yang, Yellow, inspired by Yellow.
Vipul Vij, Hues of Emotions, inspired by September Tango.
Timothy Price, One Side Sacred The Other Side Profane, inspired by Between Sacred and Profane.
JayaAvendel, I met you before, inspired by The Orphic Egg.
Eunice Aformanor, Let your heart …, inspired by Daughter of this Earth.
Thank you to everyone who enter the contest. It was no easy task for the reviewers to come up with 13 finalists. Yet, they did. The next stage in the process is for the reviewers to select the winners. I will feature all poems on my blog after the winners are announced and their work is featured.
As a reminder here is how the selection of the winners is done:
The selection method is similar to that of a double-blind peer review: the reviewer doesn’t know the identity of the author, and vice-versa.
To achieve that the following steps were taken:
Create a master document with all submissions. Remove the name of the authors and replace them with numbers.
Create a second document with the name of the authors and their assigned numbers.
I will not participate in the process of determining the winners. Winners will be determined by two of your peers.
However, I will disclose a piece of information and deviate a bit from the fully double-blind process: the editor of Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine, Brian Geiger, will be one of the reviewers.
First Place: $300
Second Place: $150
Third Place: $75
Funding for the prizes comes from my royalties.
The winners will be announced soon!
Please help our literary community strive. Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA.
pearls braid themselves onto my dress yesterday’s departure sign I shed sweet tears on the tip of the old oak oh, cross, you burn the skin he so much loved rosy moons turn water into wine she came again tonight the nightingale who sings of Sappho’s suicide
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton featured in San Francisco Book Review
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton is a touching poetry collection centering on love, philosophy, and heartbreak. Packed with rich imagery and figurative language, Milton’s poems color the pages with beauty, inspiration, and sincerity…
For you the poetry of morning roses and one of the greatest voices I have ever heard: the voice of Elīna Garanča.
“Among other roles, she [Elīna Garanča] is particularly famed for her portrayal as Bizet’s Carmen which she has sung at both the Royal Opera House Covent Garden and Metropolitan Opera to critical acclaim; the NY Times named her “the finest Carmen in 25 years…”. The Carmen production was broadcasted in more than 1,000 movie theatres worldwide and is one of the most viewed and successful “Live in HD” performances of the Metropolitan Opera.” Read more here and here.
I hope everyone enjoys her fabulous voice.
On a different note, I will be back soon with more poems and exciting updates on the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose.
May you have a glorious weekend.
May you be loved and inspired.
You can find my poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose on Amazon HERE.
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose in Manhattan Book Review
In Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose, Gabriela Milton, presents an assorted collection that’s intended to invigorate the soul and speak to the depths of human understanding. She delineates her views on feminism, misogyny, passion, hate, spirituality, winning, and losing; while the most salient topic is love…
Milton’s poetic artistry is bold and beautiful, deep and confounding. It’s laced with gorgeous symbolism and imagery. For example, in “Love Numbers”, she writes, “We laid in the grass, shadows of poppies playing on our faces with the same rhythmicity of the waves on tranquil days.” In “Who Am I”, she notes, “I delight in the waves like a gazelle in the grasslands” and later states, “My mind spreads its wings.” Due to her gift in this area, college literature professors may find her work worthy of analysis and use. It is rich with an assortment of literary greats: personification; simile; and metaphor, just to name a few…
Overall, this collection is noteworthy in its uniqueness and eloquence. Many will likely savor the journey it invites them to travel and will gain insight into the powerful impact of poetry and prose on its connoisseurs.
Holding Your Hand – poem included in Woman: Splendor and Sorrow
I walk through the future holding your hand Barefoot I pray to a God whose name I don’t know The rain washes our hearts engraved in the wood The child is the flower of tears and of sweet blood It’s not love that we want It’s the resurrection of dead The breaths that the sea kills with her looks Your hands and the sin we will never commit The room that we rented is empty and cold You know that I came You feel that I left I hear your voice Black coffee waits for the sunrise of us And the future runs in the past
You can get my book Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: | Love Poems and Poetic Prose on Amazon
Thank you again to those who enter the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow. I hope to announce the winners at the end of October.
Help our literary community strive. Do not forget to read, like, and submit to MasticadoresUSA.