A New Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton and an Update on Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

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Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

On Saturday June 4, at 9 am CT – 10 am ET (USA) join me and Ingrid on Twitter Space for a lively discussion and updates on our anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. By saving and clicking on the link below you can listen to the discussion even if you do not have a Twitter account. Please share the link with those you think may be interested. I can’t wait to talk to those of you who can attend.

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Let me know if you have any questions.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Gabriela Marie Milton – Editor’s Note on Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Front Cover/ Experiments in Fiction /Nick Reeves

Gabriela Marie Milton – Editor’s Note on Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

When I posted the call for submissions to Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, I wanted to compile an anthology that would underscore how powerful women are, and how much they can accomplish regardless of the adversities most of them go through. I had no idea that – while reading the poems I included in this book – a larger story will emerge. I can only judge this story with my own sensibility.  

First, there is my complicity with the poems from the book. I am a woman, and I can relate to the consequences that our patriarchal society has on my fellow women. The stories the poems here tell are my stories even if I did not live them all.   Either Jung’s “objective psyche” exists, or I underwent a process of osmosis while reading the stunning work I selected.  All abuses described here, as well as all victories, became mine.

Second, I can assure you dear readers that you will not regret a moment immersing yourselves in this book. It is not important whether a poem is born like a child, or constructed like a temple. The type of poetry is always secondary to its substance. It’s a matter of preference. The poems in this book are poems of substance regardless of their form. They grab you by the throat.  They scream listen to me. They bring you to your knees.  They inscribe on each page – with a multiplicity of voices coming from all sexes – the astonishing power women have. They are exceptional poems.  

Third, is this a feminist book? One could see it as such regardless of what definition of feminism one employs.  However, our minds and souls can transcend definitions. We can go beyond reflections. The poems in this book are not reflections or merely copies of life.  They do not belong to certain metaphysics of feminism and/or patriarchy. The poems in this book are life itself.  

Welcome to women’s lives my dear readers.

You will enjoy this ride.

I promise you.

Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, edited by Gabriela Marie Milton and published by Ingrid Wilson/Experiments in Fiction will be released in the first part of June. Artwork by Nick Reeves.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

My name is Gabriela (II) #flash fiction #short prose #poetic prose

Head of a Woman’ by Jean Jacques Henner, Public Domain

Flash Fiction by Gabriela Marie Milton

My name is Gabriela. Papa used to call me Marie.

One night the moon stretched in our bed, its lips sultry, its breasts soft like two humongous cotton candies bought by the Holyoke Merry-Go-Round Carousel. That night your cascading laughter made all naked desires hide under the bed. I tried to drag them out. I couldn’t.

Later, head on your shoulder I looked at the stars through the broken ceiling, my eyes plagued by an inexorable yearning to prove my existence. I don’t know why. Those who want to prove their existence live in the realm of the inexistent. They are bizarre people who write love letters to themselves trying to deceive others.  Any trick is a cry for recognition. Any cry for recognition is a basic assertion of impotence.

What was I doing? Oh, I was trying to get into my red dress. I couldn’t get it over my hips. The humidity of the night must have made it stick to my skin. Did you laugh again?  Stop. Put your shirt on. We’re going out.

Anyway, I was talking about the absence of existence itself which always leads to sorcery. The skin of an eel caught in the spring, dried, stuffed with rose petals and rosemary, chopped and hidden behind the head of the bed. A night spent in that bed will haunt the two lovers for life. Like I haunt you.  

How did you call me? Why did you use that name? Yes, it is my first name, but nobody uses it. Everyone calls me Gabriela.

Stop calling me Anastasia. I am not resurrected yet. I don’t know who Anastasia is. I’ve never met her. But don’t get fooled. That doesn’t make her less dangerous than me.

Follow me on Twitter here.

Thank you.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestselling Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

A Twitter Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton and an update on the Anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

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Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women – update

Thank you for your submissions to the anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. Submissions are now closed.

The anthology will be edited, and curated, by me and published by Experiments in Fiction. Publication date: early June.

You will receive an email from me end of April/beginning of May.

Thank you once again to everyone who participated in the submission process.

A Twitter Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Follow me on Twitter here.

Thank you.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton and an update on the anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

A Twitter Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Updates

  1. Thank you to everyone who submitted to the anthology: Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. I am privileged to read your work. Thank you for letting me inside your soul. There is no higher honor for me.
  2. In three days the submission period closes. If you still want to submit you can read the guidelines for submission HERE.
  3. Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women will be published by Experiments in Fiction, a publishing house owned by the wonderful poet Ingrid Wilson. The gorgeous art on the cover is by Nick Reeves.
  1. For more poetry follow me on Twitter Here.
  2. Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate on Sunday. To those of you who do not a hundred years of love.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

A Poem from Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings and Updates on the Anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

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A Poem from Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Seduction
by Gabriela Marie Milton

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,
seduction,
it wasn’t me
it was you who stole his soul

Updates/Clarifications on the Anthology Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

You can find the guidelines for submission HERE.

  • The deadline for submission is April 15. You still have time to submit.
  • The copyright of the poems you submit is yours.
  • We do not accept simultaneous submissions.
  • We accept previously published poems.
  • You can submit regardless of the country you are located in.
  • You cannot submit if you are under 18 years of age.
  • With respect to the length of your poems, please follow the guidelines for submission. There are several poems that did not, and are exceptional. I decided to publish them. To make things fair, those of you who struggled to follow the guidelines for submission can now submit the third poem. Make sure your poem is no longer than 40 lines. Please label your submission: Third Poem Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
  • You will receive a notification of acceptance/rejection in the beginning of May.
  • If you still have questions please use the comment section below.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Souls by Gabriela Marie Milton translated into French by Miriam Descendres

Joseph Mallord William Turner – The Decline of the Carthaginian Empire, Public Domain

When Miriam sent me the French translation of my poem Souls I was waiting for a train to nowhere at the corner of Friday and Saturday.

Oh, fragile blossom of my dreams how friendship and beauty go together.

Miriam, thank you for bringing tears of joy into my life. Thank you for being you. Thank you for this marvelous translation. Thank you for giving me “the kind of things that money just can’t buy.”

Souls by Gabriela Marie Milton

I had to go through your soul
to get to mine
once in mine
I wish
I would have stayed in yours
boats
memories of that port where demons haunted you
empty chests
our hearts taken out every evening
mornings pumping despair and agony
no blood left
between your soul and mine
an autumn naked sky

French translation by Miriam Descendres

Il me fallu traverser tes méandres
Pour revenir en moi-même;
une fois parvenu,
combien aurais-je désirer
alors
être encore en ton âme.

Les bateaux…
Mémoires de ces ports
où les démons hantent
Les battants de ta poitrine.

Et nos coeur laissés là à l’abandon;
chaque soir; pour de nouveau pulser
sous les feux de l’aube,
entre désespoir et agonie.

De sang, il n’en reste plus goutte
s’écoulant en mon âme, la tienne. …

et cet automne comme un ciel mis à nu.

You can find Miriam on Twitter https://twitter.com/13rrance

The poem Souls is included in my first collection of poetry Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings (Vita Brevis Press, 2020) available on Amazon here.

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton #poetry

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Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

My Poem A Night of Marble and of Gingerbread Included in Hebe to Hades, A Free Verse Revolution Anthology

Hebe to Hades

I am thrilled that my poem “A Night of Marble and of Gingerbread” was included in Hebe to Hades, A Free Verse Revolution Anthology.

Thank you to Kristiana, the editor of this wonderful volume.

A Night of Marble and of Gingerbread by Gabriela Marie Milton

on the top of the mountain
the pines silhouette against the whisper of the rocks
the night is cut from marble, and from gingerbread
the wind stops on a branch touched by a naked star
I take the measure of that which forever youth gives
red poppies that never wither
seeds that never impregnate the ground
a love that still plays with toys,
and lights candles in a Christmas tree in the middle of
summer
the moon is mortal and concerned with trivial matters
and so am I
Hebe,
how many know that you are the bud of incest and
patricide?
how many know your child’s eyes witnessed so many
crimes?
filled with pain, you stop growing up, isn’t it so?
oh, don’t cry
here is my impermanent heart
wear it for one day
in the morning you will see the old oak dying in the rain
at noon butterflies will sit on your hair
in the night a Lethean forgetfulness will lecture on the
beauty of transitory love
kisses will feel like honey on the tongue
the breath of love will rest on your skin
you will grow up
what?
you do not want your forever youth back?
dream
it’s spring

You can get Hebe to Hades HERE.

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Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Image: Dante Gabriel Rossetti – Beata Beatrix, Public Domain

Poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

Gabriela Marie Milton
#1 Amazon Bestseller Author
Books:
Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic Prose
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings