Gabriela Marie Milton – Three Times #1 Amazon Bestselling Poet, Pushcart Nominee, Publisher
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
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My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
The sky rains on my spring the sweet scents of your autumn.
A luxurious paralysis flows through my veins.
My lips nestle in the plenitude of your dreams with their multiple interpretations.
I am so in love with you that I will accept hell provided you are part of it.
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My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
I am thrilled my poem On Sacrifice and Meaning was included in Vita Brevis Anthology: Sight & Swept Away. Congratulations to the editor – Brain Geiger – and to my fellow poets who are published in this anthology.
On Sacrifice and Meaning by Gabriela Marie Milton
(snippets)
Because I love you, I learned the meaning of sacrifice.
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It is autumn; an autumn that came too soon and whose suicidal breath brought dust and diseases.
The lamb will be born in the spring.
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I try to advance but the liquid silver pulls me back.
I cut its hands with a knife.
Every cut fulfills the dreams of the knife; my dreams are still in the waiting room.
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I rub my cheeks with rosemary and wrap my body in the alphabet of love.
On my lips the unspoken words shine.
How beautiful they make me look.
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I restore the degradation of our myth to its rightful fecundity.
The sacrifice becomes a festival, and the festival turns into creation.
I do not feed on things. I feed on ….
If you missed yesterday’s anthology announcement, you can find it here. Today, your poetry ranked as the #2 bestseller in the new release poetry anthology category!
I can’t thank the Vita Brevis community enough. This type of performance is what keeps Vita Brevis reading-fee free. Thanks for making poetry publication accessible to everyone, and for keeping this little publication running.
And congratulations on almost becoming bestselling poets — let’s get up to #1!
My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
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wear me on your lips
moonlight my desires
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My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
The builder of all things lives in me along with the seven disoriented ships he anchored in the port last spring.
The summer dried the sea.
The wood of the ships got rotten.
The masts got buried in the wickedness of empty sunsets.
It is winter.
It is Wednesday.
I was in the washing room. I saw you folded my laundry.
In the library the Orphic Egg suspends itself from the ceiling fan.
Under its pale light I study my hands with the same precision the child studies his.
I shed my clothes as snakes shed their skin.
I feel your index finger contouring my spine.
One by one your writings penetrate my mind.
The dimorphism of your poems spiral in two directions: torrential love and logical deductions.
They are both the product of your brain. I cannot kill them. I must allow them to exit.
The object of my poetry?
Not to concede…
Please continue reading here
This poem will be included in my upcoming poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose
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My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
I am thrilled that my two poems Prayer and A Night of Marble and of Gingerbread were included in Issue I of Free Verse Revolution: Hebe (the fountain of youth)
Prayer
by Gabriela Marie Milton
you, fountain of youth,
forgive me
I am the one made from mud and from the skin of Attica’s
flutes
at night, my existence feels like an impertinence or
perhaps like an interlinear
a language half-imagined
half adulterated
by the bloom of the olive trees under the sticky wing of an
angel
I was born in the swamps where the tombs of the prophets
sunk
I am blood and bones when I smell the sea and the meat
from the grill
church bell toll and speak of death, and of the mystique of
oblique winds
you, goddess of youth,
source of life from where four rivers flow
your child-like body
stands some days on the top of the mountains
and others on the top of the fountains
your skin is dewed and flowered with love
my skin haunts the night of the deserts
your destiny is that of the innocents
mine is that of the sinners
forgive me, you, Hebe
that I do not ask for the gift of youth
give it to the children
give it to the sick
and throw what is left into the sea
the fish will be happy
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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
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You can download the entire issue for free here
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Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
I want my body burned on pyre
a Viking boat will take me far on the cold sea
I want to leave my grave goods for the poor
and take the pain which branded their souls
into a bursting aurora borealis fire
I want to feel the sobs of the North Pole.
I want to burn inside the rhythms of the flamenco
flame in the dancers’ passion in the streets of old Córdoba
I want to entertain rich masters for a piece of bread
inside the silent cries of those who are misunderstood
I want the desperation of the dancers dressed in red
and you, the one who always claimed to know
what powers lie inside the jungle of my soul
you’ll fade into your own acoustic lamentations
the fated day when I, the queen of sufferers, proclaim
that in the sanctity of the mandala
I want to disappear without a name
Included in my book: Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings
Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
My book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton
Included in my poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings.
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perhaps I was bewitched by the North Star
or by a ballad as dateless as my blood
geography of feelings populates unwanted interludes
my eyes, the nests of dewy grass and leaves
emerald eyelashes flaunt
black taffeta chirps between my fingers like piano keys
inside my soul your kisses soar
soft lilac tones like prayers of the youngest nun
perhaps because I read your poetry last night
and cut my soul between a stanza and a strife
perhaps a child played with a kite
a kingdom for a sup
maybe it was the wind
that woke me up
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Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.
| amor, amore, mon amour | amor, amore, mon amour |
| 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 | amore colpisce come il maestrale nei venti di Saint-Tropez, allucinazioni di pianoforti decidono di ululare in re, enigmi maggiori muovono dentro l’intimo: mormorio, incubazioni sotto le fasi della luna stregate allegorie d’amore sollevano ondine a nudi esasperati un profeta guarda una vergine sibilla i cui occhi liquidi predissero il nostro amore nei riflessi dorati, lava delle nostre anime, uno specchio appeso al muro nella stanza rossa una fenice solleva i nostri corpi affogati nel tempo liquido del mediterraneo amor, amore, mon amour la splendida carne di un poema in gestazione lava le nostre anime singolari e frenetiche |
Italian translation by Flavio Almerighi.
Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.
@Gabriela Marie Milton