Author: short-prose-fiction

the miracle of you #poem #poetry

the moon’s right-hand
pours soul into my flesh
pigeons’ wings bring scents of lilac blooms
the air gets drunk with poetry
statuary women of the water
flaunt their hair

within the loneliness of you
my heart
rotates five equinoxes on a wooden spindle
your eyes pour flesh into my soul
my body germinates
the sounds of growing leaves
i wash my hands into the waters of Guadalquivir
in the scented night of those who never sleep
i say
i love you
and in one single breath
our wedding is transformed
into a cosmical enraptured death

was it the moon?
was it the morning dew?
perhaps it was the miracle of you

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initiation #poem #poetry

deification of the virgin nymph
within my palms
the flesh of violet sunsets flips like fish on land
my eyes, inheritors of light
singular sinkholes punctuating a low sky
your love, eternal summer with no births or deaths
initiation
doors lock by themselves
into the secrets of that which will be
the danger of me
deeper than the darkest sea

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no one’s world #poetry #poem

i can hear the rifle firing
i’m trying not to think
i’m counting empty chairs in a small bar
the polish on my nails is red
my lipstick must be red
i don’t have a mirror
the rifle fires again
i can hear the screams of children
i can hear the screams of brides
it smells anesthetic
death sounds like newborns

bartenders polish glasses
i’m trying to remember where exactly
i belong…

in no one’s world…
lamentations tear at my soul
the hunger games are heating up
and your coffee’s getting cold

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The King of Love #short prose #flash fiction

“Clara,
…
The morning star, dethroned by you, cries like a dusty lyrical memory that nobody needs anymore. Your love’s blaze pushes millions of suns toward the margins of the universe. They look like yellow drops of wax trickling at the feet of saints before vanishing into a pile of sand.

Your touches cloak my skin with new zodiacal signs.  Your kisses imprint violet maps on my lips.

I am watching you. You are taming lions. You are awakening fairies. Stella Polaris is shining in your eyes.

I was a neophyte when it came to love. You made me the king of love.

Right hand on my heart, I promise you, Clara, that I will conquer the world for you and I will lay it at your feet.

So help me God.
… ”

Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”
More from “Glass Lovers”

I am the wounded healer
Clara: The Power of Water
Self-sacrifice 

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my poem amor, amore, mon amour – mediterranean, translated in Italian, up at Gioielli Rubati Poetry

Dear Readers,

Please find the Italian translation of my poem “amor, amore, mon amour – mediterranean” up at Gioielli Rubati Poetry.
You can read the Italian translation on the link below together with 3 other wonderful poems.

My thanks to the translator for his magnificent work!

Gioielli Rubati 32: Fabia Grenzovich – Pasquale Vitagliano – Gabriela M. – Antonella Marinetti – Macalder02 – Maria Allo – Marcello Comitini – Luisa Zambrotta.

I will see you in a few hours for my regular Sunday post.

Ciao for now!

You can find the English version of my poem here. 

 
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before you came (the day of the fallen saints) #poem #poetry

you do not know
how many countries i have traveled
how many marvels i have shown myself
the names of the dead souls i’ve resurrected
my victims’ kisses buried in a pink conch shell
inside the whispers of the messianic Nazareth
He who knew of His own crucifixion
picked up my tears
broke the bread
so i could lock the memory of my first kiss
inside the rocks of the eternal Spanish Steps
and walk again through fields of roses and lavender
into gestating dreams of no constraints

yet see,
all that has happened
before the day you came into my life
the day when all the fallen saints
mysteriously were set free

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image: Tatyana Mi; Shutterstock; [link]

 
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spring’s floral certitude #poem #poetry

i can’t see you
the spring’s floral certitude
showers petals in my eyes
lingers on veils forgotten at the altars
dreams interpret the language of cicadas
somebody plays the violin in the green room
like a flamenco dancer in Seville
i toss and turn inside my soul
your breath scatters on my neck
i stretch my arms to harvest poems
tongues of fire from your eyes
linger on my silky dress
i fall
rose thorns bite my thighs
it smells earth and grass from an old spring
i turn the page
i close my eyes
and i can see you

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image: Stadnikova Mariya; Shutterstock; [link]

 
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amor, amore, mon amour – mediterranean #poem #poetry

love strikes like the Mistral in Saint-Tropez
winds, hallucinations of pianos,
decide to howl in D major
enigmas move inside the wombs
incubations murmur under the phases of the moon
bewitched, allegories of love raise odes to exasperated nudes
a prophet gazes at a virgin sybil
whose liquid eyes foretold our love in gold
reflections, lava of our souls,
a mirror hangs itself onto the wall in the red room
a phoenix rises
our bodies drown
into the liquid time of the Mediterranean
amor, amore, mon amour
the splendid flesh of a gestating poem
washes our singular and frenzied souls

 

from the series “Mediterranean Love”
read more poems from this series here:
Greek summer
Andalusian resurrection
forgotten in the Port of Naples

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image: Gaspar Janos, Shutterstock, [link]

 
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Sea Snake #poem #poetry #short prose

One hundred degrees Fahrenheit in the shade.
The scent of you and that of the salty ocean.
Sand in your hair.
Your wet shirt coiled at my feet.
Inside the echoes of a pink conch, my love for you tosses like a new born in a crib.
A paddle-like tail raises from the water; a sea snake.
Your green eyes devour me.
Why is there always a snake inside the core of our myths?

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