Author of the Month – Spillwords Press (NYC)

My Dear Readers,

My pen name is Gabriela M. I was nominated for author of the month at Spillwords Press. My poem “Forgotten in the Port of Naples” was nominated for the best publication.

If you like my work the link to vote is below. You can vote with your Spillwords account. Also you can vote via FB or Twitter. There are other authors nominated so you may want to check their work too.

Vote here

Thank you!


my poems: “Somewhere along the border” and “San Salvador” published by Tuck Magazine

two new poems: “Somewhere along the border” and “San Salvador” published by Tuck Magazine

“mama, I can’t see the road
the desert’s cold
there is no moon
I’m hungry and Juan is crying”

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image:  kilic inan; Shuterstock; [link]


seduction #poem #poetry

the rhythm of castanets awakens the moon
on opal rings your kisses spin
a cricket’s hitting a crescendo
waves tattoo dark shadows on your skin
sonority, you who vibrates the souls
of those who haunt at night the Port of Cartagena

I toss in smells of apricots and plumes
the Hand of Fatima takes off my veils
your forehead sinks into the sweat of lovers
who sever their veins
oh, dream of the unknowns,
you, latency,
the sigh of blood which flows
in spring both mud and flowers grow

didn’t you know
that when you said I love you
you stepped on roads of fables and folk tales?
you glued your heart onto a purple sunset
smells of lilac and of roses, impregnated strolls,
it wasn’t me
it was you who stole his soul


image:  Anna Ismagilova; Shutterstock; [link]


Agonizing Nights #short prose #flash fiction

A whole week.

Seven agonizing nights; seven suffocating nights rushing over me, parching my soul with their torrid breezes.
Myriads of mosquitoes murmuring in the dark, looking for prey: my own flesh, my own blood.
Nights extending their heavy tentacles over the city, strangling it as a venomous octopus; abandoning it at sunrise lacking vigor, emptied of hopes, filled with trash.

Glued to my heated body, lace and silk soaked in perspiration. I am looking out of the window. I can’t see you.

In this city clocks have no hands, years have no months, months have no days.  Outside of time, the city is innocent, perverse, philosophical, suicidal.

Shadows of your eyes; fragments of your voice hidden inside me. 


Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers 



trap me #poem #poetry

trap me
in the rhythms of the Flamenco
whose sounds invade the nights of Southern Spain
to breathe the notes of the guitars which play
and fill the lustrous eyes with burning pain

trap me
in the Florence of my dreams
to walk with Leonardo in its streets
to cry with the Madonna and to verse in Greek
when the last word of Christ forever speaks

trap me
in a Hindu monastery
in splendid nights my sufferings unpacked
and in the shadow of Mandala
give me the power never to come back


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My poem “Forgotten in the Port of Naples” published by Spillwords Press (NYC) #poem #poetry

My Dear Readers,
My poem “Forgotten in the Port of Naples” is up at Spillwords Press.
Thanks you for your support. Love and hugs to everyone.

this summer
meet me in the Port of Naples
in humid nights inside the Palace of Capodimonte…
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