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.
@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M.)
emotions leave the wombs of souls
nakedness of pearls forgotten on the shore
inside the warmth of the unknown
the mystery of you is locked
somebody’s wearing yellow, sign of death
the ocean’s mortuary room
your hands stretch all the waves toward the North
my ankles stuck in sand
hibiscuses bloom in the bed
a cat is running outdoors
over the world
the breath of love and death
a verse from you
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I hope you do not expect me to greet you.
I do not greet takers and parasites. The sins of takers – who laugh in the faces of those who give – cannot be expiated.
Oh, you pray God! To whose God do you pray?
Who’s the God of an empty box?
Your actions are similar to those of others. Perhaps too similar.
Don’t confuse your emptiness with the majesty of death.
This August is too hot.
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Thoughts: as long as they inhabit my mind, they are alive.
Yet too often they climb down on paper to meet their own death.
I guess I am responsible for that, am I not?
Excerpt from the manuscript “Glass Lovers”