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…
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on Vita Brevis Press here.
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My Dear Readers,
Vita Brevis just published Pain & Renewal: A Poetry Anthology. I have two poems included: The Dark Flag of Pain and Autumn Healing.
“Pain & Renewal features a collection of incredible voices — from Pulitzer and Pushcart prize winners to brand new poets, it’s filled with moving poetry about the highs and lows of the human experience.”
You can get the digital version here.
And you can get the print version here.
Here is a snippet from my poem Autumn Healing:
..this autumn stretches purple shadows
over unending fields of sweet corn and hurt souls
it brings from the depth the lacustrine goddess
who heals all wounds with yesterday’s mirth…
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In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead of any other country in the world.
Federico García Lorca
open your veins Andalusia
let him drink from your lynx blood
inject the rhythms of the flamenco
under the coldness of his eyes
tattoo his flesh with tiles of azurite
pour the sounds of castanets
into his arms
my fingers swirl
the flesh of ripened olives
covers the old shroud
the flow of blood from the white shirt
has stopped
I hear his voice
there is one cross
and you’re my only love
my body arches
oils flame in my hair
a Moorish verse falls from a wall
covering my cries
Andalusia
I kneel among your cacti fed by salt
your wounded lashes
resurrected him
for yet
another night
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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He hunted for reasons upon which he could build his resolutions.
He hunted in the wrong place for art is not the space of reason, nor is a ratio of whole numbers.
Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.
And so is love.
@short-prose-fiction(Gabriela M)
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My Dear Readers,
Incautious Clearing, a stunning poem written by the Italian poet Flavio Almerighi [blog]
Flavio Almerighi was born in Faenza, Italy, in 1959. As a boy he began writing poetry and got involved in radio and the theater. The best year of his life was 1976, when he read The Odyssey over the summer. Among the poets he considers his most important influences are Guillaume Apollinaire, Pedro Pietri, Peter Sinfield, Pasquale Panella, Dario Bellezza and Amelia Rosselli. His poetry collections are: Allegro Improvviso / Sudden Allegro (Ibiskos, 1999), Vie di Fuga / Escape Routes (Aletti, 2002), Amori al tempo del Nasdaq / Love in the Time of Nasdaq (Aletti, 2003), Coscienze di mulini a vento / Consciousnesses of Windmills (Gabrieli, 2007), durante il dopocristo / during the afterchrist (Tempo al Libro, 2008), qui è lontan / here it’s far away (Tempo al Libro, 2010), Voce dei miei occhi / Voice of my eyes (Fermenti, 2011), Procellaria / Storm Petrel (Fermenti, 2013), Caleranno i Vandali / Drop the Vandals (Samuel, 2016). He is a regular contributor to the virtual magazines Versante ripido (Steep Slope) and L’ombra delle parole (The Shadow of Words).
Incautious Clearing was selected from Flavio’s book Storm Petrel.
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I open my veins in warm waters
each time when you like what I write
the sound of the sands in the darkness
the eyes of the desert are dried
the midnight windows are opened
I jump like a lynx from a cage
dressed in cold winds and in black
barefoot
I land on the yolk of young times
I paid all the bills do not worry
I buried my bracelets by the green wall
white shirts are lined in the closet
this sand tastes like canvas and paint
I sharpen my eyes
my fingers are stretched
from the cosmic tomorrow
I enter tonight
I’ll return do not worry
disheveled, loves cry between us
remember the words of Persian Sibyl
who sold you my soul for three coins?
the time is fluid like rivers
waterlilies can bloom in the sand
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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those roses which die in the winter
played the piano last night
a whirlpool of notes and of poems
inscribed on a wall painted in blue
caged in your dreams I still struggle
like birds drowned in water and mud
I cover the world with my fingers
I haunt the unspoken in dark
those roses which died before blooming
this love which will end in a tomb
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
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My Dear Readers,
My poem “the breath of love and death” was voted Publication of the Month at Spillwords Press (November 2019).
My most sincere thanks to everyone who voted for me.
Have a fabulous week.
Gabriela
We congratulate Gabriela M @shortprose1 as her poem ‘The Breath of Love and Death’ was voted as November’s Publication of The Month!
Read via: https://t.co/ZfgslrzkiJ#SpillWords #PublicationOfTheMonth pic.twitter.com/qQQ8ILsDaL
— Spillwords.com (@spillwords) December 1, 2019
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