It is with the outmost pleasure that I introduce you to a fabulous American poet: Ty Gardner. I discovered Ty on Twitter about a month ago. His talent captivated me. His poetry is life and it’s beauty. His poetry is all of us.
The rambling roads are calling home, and the paper trails of prose-poemed passages we vowed to roam echo visions of misted-morning veils o’er mountain…
In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen.
Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside down. I could see the splendor of a naked butterfly ready to mate. Do you know for how long do two butterflies stay together? Sixteen hours. The exact time we spent together in the silence of the island.
Suspended in the between times neither of us moved. No cosmic sacrifice happened. No driving force was brought to life. No blood interfered between …. please continue reading at MasticadoresUSA.
I am the voice of your past loves resounding in your wildest fantasies dressed in roses at the altar of your dreams I am the one you’ve never had my soul flows from the tears of the Nile from the hands of children who still beg through ruins, darkness, and deep pain through wars which they will never understand I am the last who will be saved for I have sinned under the shadow of His cross when Spanish fountains cry in the sunset I am the Desdemona who you’ve never met today Granada’s just the place in which García Lorca once was killed I am the feather of a gold macaw bird and in the city where bells toll I am the one whose cries you’ve never heard.
MasticadoresUSA Update
A fabulous poem by Tremaine L. Loadholt is up at MasticadoresUSA. Please read it here and please subscribe to MasticadoresUSA.
Do you want to submit? Please read the guidelines here. Thank you Gabriela
poem included in my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings (Vita Brevis Press, April 2020) available on Amazon here
my eyes are water wells mirroring your body into a time which shrinks my lips shine on stained glass windows to the sea a virgin violin faints into your lap sick with jealousy the summer hangs in trees seduction fantasy
MasticadoresUSA Update
A gorgeous poem by M. Taggart is up at MasticadoresUSA. Please read it here and please subscribe to MasticadoresUSA.
Do you want to submit? Please read the guidelines here Thank you Gabriela
I am deeply grateful to Juan Re Crivello for choosing me as the first editor of MasticadoresUsa. Juan is a wonderful author and editor. Two years ago he founded Gobblers/Masticadores that has already passed one million views.
MasticadoresUsa features talented writers of poetry and short prose. We primarily publish writers who write in English and are based in the USA. However, while the publication language remains English, we also welcome the work of our fellow writers from all over the world.
I plan to make MasticadoresUsa a success. So: Pick up your pens. Tap your keyboards. Mesmerize me. Enchant me.
Several words about the founder of Masticadores Juan Re Crivello. Juan is a Barcelona based author. He is an active blogger in the digital editions of El País, Clarin, and Le Monde. You can find his bio on the Masticadores site. His publications can be found on Amazon here.
SUBMISSIONS GUIDELINES
If you want to submit, please send your work – poetry and/or short prose – to gabrielamariemilton@gmail.com. In addition to the piece(s), you want to have published, we need your name, and the address of your site. Submit your work as a docx attachment – not in the body of the email. Limit your submission to two pieces. We do not accept pieces longer than 300 words.
What are the themes that we are looking for? Surprise us!
However, MasticadoresUSA does not publish any work that contains racist, homophobic, sexist, and hate talk of any kind.
I am an external representation I ask questions about the internality of things the sweetness of berries on my tongue the anarchy of flesh during torrid nights blindfolded by you I cry the rustle of fresh ivy the unspoken unbound in my blood mi amor turn around
