My Dear Readers,
I was nominated author of the month at Spillwords Press. At the same time my poem “the breath of love and death” was nominated for publication of the month. If you wish you can vote for me – Gabriela M – in the link below. You do not need to have a Spillwords account to vote though it is easy to open one. You can vote with your Twitter or your FB account.
My most sincere thanks and congratulations to all nominees.
I resurrected him.
It was a mischievous act meant to attract the attention of mortals.
Instead I attracted some demons determined to follow me. I locked them in the sockets of time.
I feed them through cracks which propagate at the speed of light.
Bleeding rays of dark suns and dust left from what used to be your affection for me.
Words left to dry like laundry in the wind.
Words chewing my soul like termites in wood.
My poetic rapport with myself is bad.
My alter ego hisses like a snake at every word I write.
What’s the truth? I have no idea.
Any act meant to attract attention displaces the truth.
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a bird awakes the moon
a fish turns in my dreams
algae wrap around my wrists
Valencia, I just saw you in his eyes
his skin is madness
made of sandalwood
the smell of autumn paves the way
loves lost on lonely cobbled streets
a shadow dances on the wall
a pen writes on a table by itself
on a deck
a sailor flips a coin
dust of desiccated lands
impressions, fingers on the pillow
under a purple sky
this room is loneliness,
and smells of sandalwood
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We have selected your poetry to be a featured piece on Spillwords once again!”
I am honored and deeply grateful to the Spillwords team for featuring my piece “the breath of love and death.”
emotions leave the wombs of souls
nakedness of pearls…
continue reading here.
My first featured piece was “atrocities.” You can read it here.
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swing the windows of the Hôpital de la Charité
the trees drop on the roof their liquid green
continue reading here.
I waltz into an empty ballroom
yesterday the ghost of Maja haunted Goya in the streets
hungry demons haunted you…
Continue reading here
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