Dear Readers,
A new opportunity for publishing your work.
Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology in the fall. Continue reading here
Hugs to everyone
G.
Dear Readers,
A new opportunity for publishing your work.
Vita Brevis Press, LLC will begin accepting submission for its first poetry anthology in the fall. Continue reading here
Hugs to everyone
G.
“Good morning Gabriela,
We want to congratulate you as we have selected your poem to be a featured piece on Spillwords.com,
On the day of publication – 7/6/19 at 3:30am Pacific Time (PT) – “atrocities” will be displayed in our FEATURED POSTS section on the front page.”

the sea throws fishing nets into the sky
the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore
acoustic
ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night
fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds
I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt
you smoke cigars…
please continue reading here
@Gabriela Marie Milton

My Dear Readers,
Below please find the text of the email that I received from Spillwords Press. Voting for June Publication of the Month is now open. You do not need a Spillwords account to vote. You can vote with your twitter of FB account.
Best,
Gabriela
trees whisper, cries of cloudy skies
inaudible, unseen, you, Astraea,
you push me on a long-forgotten trail
the ocean…
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Dear Readers,
I am grateful to the Spillwords team for giving me the opportunity to share more about me.
“...most fascinatingly America is a country of dreamers. We are all dreamers...”
“..I have very few moments when I get stuck creatively…”
You can read my author interview here.
Love and hugs to everyone.
G.

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it rains atrocities on fields of love
predatory nights, barbed wire walls,
the silence of asphyxiated birds
funerals of human parts
the geopolitics of pain engulfs the maps
revulsion,
eyes intoxicate the shadows in your chambers of delight
I change the course
I walk on heated rocks
hurt, the sound of waves invades my mind
I sail my boat into the hearts of those who are misunderstood
pain, the first dimension, runs at the speed of light
space, the nothingness between your soul and mine,
mistress of the purple,
jacaranda hides its kisses inside the metaphor of us
a lily cries
I feed a child
with grains that grow within my palms
it rains the echoes of tomorrow
asphyxiated birds
barbed wire walls
@Gabriela Marie Milton
image: Anna Ismagilova; Shutterstock; [link]
Among our loves there are some that are not ours.
Excerpt from the manuscript Glass Lovers
@Gabriela Marie Milton

image: Dmytro Vietro; Shutterstock; [link]