To Hestia: who was forgotten – by Gabriela Marie Milton included in Issue III (Hestia) of Free Verse Revolution #poem #literary magazine #free verse

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To Hestia: who was forgotten – by Gabriela Marie Milton

it’s quiet now
inside the shapes of our burning hearts
tortured the endurance of surreal trees
a headkerchief full of blood dries on a bench
unknown the mark upon the sky to which you point
the windows of bookshops read “kill” and “f..k”

strangled, your virginity hangs on a rusty wire
inside the chimney a creaking creature with bat-eyes
streets filled with guns
mundane caricaturesque phalloi,
demonic blisters rub the hearts
there is no home for millions of us

come back
you, virgin goddess of the heart,
the murder and the sex will stone you in the boulevards
there are back streets where you can walk
songs of nightingales and roses will hide you in their arms

you sacred fire, 
give a home to hungry children with no clothes 
to those who sleep under the bridges of cursed stars 
in nights when linden trees in cemeteries bloom 
flame the ebb and flow of skies that know no tides
you, goddess,  
the very subject matter of which I write. 

I am thrilled to be part of Issue III of Free Verse Revolution. You can download the publication for free here.

Update on the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow

Thank you to everyone who enter the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow. I am honored and touched by your submissions. Your entries are magnificent. Everyone’s writing is so dear to my heart that I will never be able to choose a winner. As a gentle reminder here is how the winners will be selected:

The selection method is similar to that of a double-blind peer review: the reviewer doesn’t know the identity of the author, and vice-versa.

To achieve that I will do the following:

  • Create a master document with all submissions. Remove the name of the authors and replace them with numbers.
  • Create a second document with the name of the authors and their assigned numbers.
  • I will not participate in the process of determining the winners. Winners will be determined by two of your peers.
  • However, I will disclose a piece of information and deviate a bit from the fully double-blind process:  the editor of Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine, Brian Geiger, will be one of the reviewers. 

The winners will be announced in late-October. I will update you periodically.

First Place: $300
Second Place: $150
Third Place: $75

Funding for the prizes comes from my royalties.

To the future winners: please remember to spread love in our community and buy some books written by your WP favorite authors.

Update on MasticadoresUSA

  • Please visit MasticadoresUSA. Support our community. There are several new and wonderful poems up. Do not forget to like, follow, and submit.
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    Who was he? By Gabriela Marie Milton – poetic prose published in Free Verse Revolution Issue II (hermes) #short prose #literature

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    My piece Who was he? published in Free Verse Revolution Issue II. You can download the entire issue here.

    Who was he? by Gabriela Marie Milton

    I met him in the mist of that unusual summer when mama looked more beautiful than ever, and pears grew as big as squashes. Their golden and juicy fragrance hung on my lips even after the touches of the evening wind were gone.

    He stood by the fence in his winged hat and his weird sandals, a tricky smile on his face, and a lyre on his hand. I knew whose symbols those were, so I laughed. I figured out he was trying to drag me into some weird play.

    When he spoke, his voice pierced my entire body. I felt like a butterfly, pinned, and labeled, and then fixed with a nail on the bottom of an insect box.

    “We are getting married tonight.”

    Something in his voice denoted an unmistakable hunger to overcome mortality. Who was he? His pale fingers touched the chords of the lyre. The sky started to rain the fragrance of the pears and white petals on us. One of them fell on my left shoulder. When I tried to touch it, it vanished.

    He moved toward me and pressed his lips on mine. My eyes closed. I shivered. I felt dragged into a deceptive rootlessness. I could not remember where I was. When I opened my eyes, he was gone.

    Under the olive tree on the wooden table there was a basket filled with pears. I touched one of them. It was made of paper. By the basket someone inscribed the words: “That which is above is from that which is below, and that which is below is from that which is above, working the miracles of one.”

     I froze. Those were words attributed to Hermes Trismegistus.

    Who was he and where did he go?

    MasticadoresUSA update

    Please welcome our first guest from New Zeeland: a marvelous poetess Rachel. Read Rachel’s poem Invitation to inspiration here.

    Do not forget to follow MasticadoresUSA.

    Thank you

    @Gabriela Marie Milton

    Free Verse Revolution Issue II (hermes): Interview with Gabriela Marie Milton #poetry #interview

    image: original cover of the magazine

    Dear Readers,

    Free Verse Revolution Issue II (hermes) is out. Congratulations to the contributors, and thank you to Kristiana Reed, its wonderful editor, for featuring an interview with me and two pieces of my poetic prose.

    Below please find the interview. I will feature my published pieces in future posts.

    Free Verse Revolution Issue II Interview with Gabriela Marie Milton

    KRISTIANA: We would love for you to introduce yourself and share
    when you began writing and why you decided to share your work with

    GABRIELA: I may have scribbled some poetry in high school, but
    basically, I started writing in the period between my undergraduate
    studies and my graduate ones. Now, I write poetry and short prose under
    the name Gabriela Marie Milton. Three or four years ago, I published my
    first poems under Gabriela M. Today, my standard introduction is: Hello
    My Dear Readers, I am Gabriela Marie Milton, 2019 Author of the Year at
    Spillwords Press NYC, author of Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings,
    editor of MasticadoresUSA, and author of the forthcoming collection of
    poems and poetic prose entitled Woman: Splendor and Sorrow to be
    published by Vita Brevis Press this summer. My favorite poet is Arthur
    Rimbaud. My all-time favorite novelist is Lawrence Durrell. My heart
    trembles at Salvador Dali’s surrealism, and it is stolen by Chopin every
    other week. To enchant some readers who may find such an introduction
    boring, here is a little more about me: I love Italian food, narrow cobbled
    streets, cats, and oceans. My favorite color is mauve. I was born in
    Europe, and I live in the USA.
    Honestly, initially it was not my decision to share my work, as intriguing
    as it may sound. Yet, things happened. I will leave it at that.

    KRISTIANA: How would you describe your collection, Passions: Love
    Poems and Other Writings, to those new to your work?

    GABRIELA: To me the collective unconscious– as conceptualized by Jung
    – represents another level of existence that we, as humans, share. In
    Passions I tried to penetrate that level and bring out perhaps its most
    important element: memories. Passions is a book of vivid and lush images
    brought to light using symbolist, surrealist, and romantic techniques. It is
    a book for everyone. It is a call to immortality. It is a journey through the
    corridors of our collective unconscious. I wrote Passions – like all my
    other writings – almost in a trance. Passions is that which I feel, not
    necessarily that which I know.
    Some pieces included in Passions are influenced by Gnosticism with
    which I first became acquainted by reading Umberto Eco, Jorge Luis
    Borges, Lawrence Durrell, and others.
    To wrap it up, Passions is what Christina Schwarz, the author of the New
    York Times Bestseller “Drowning Ruth,” described as “a fantastic world
    ripe with emotion.” I am deeply grateful to her for that description.

    KRISTIANA: Your prose pieces often have dominant themes of love and
    heartache, what draws you to romantic storytelling?

    GABRIELA: Mama used to say that I am a romantic story. I, the subject,
    am the same with the object (i.e. my story). The object does not exist
    independent from me. Something similar to the concept of endopathy
    anticipated by Dante: “he who would paint a figure, if he cannot become
    that figure, cannot portray it.” Yet, when mama said what she said she
    was not thinking of Dante. She was thinking of Kant’s transcendental
    idealism. She made me read Kant when I was in high school. I did it with
    packs of ice on my head. On every page there were about 10 to15 words
    that I did not understand. It was an interesting experience to say the

    KRISTIANA: What are your inspirations? Are they musical, literary,
    ekphrastic, or all three?

    GABRIELA: Something more than all three together: the plan of the
    unconscious. From there my inspiration flows like a river. In there, I find
    light and darkness, the whole and its parts, sonorous images with their
    unmistakable language, memories of the future and of the past, the sound
    of germinating wheat, the entire world.

    KRISTIANA: You recently announced your next collection is coming
    soon, can you give us a synopsis and explain the impact you hope this
    collection will have on your readers?

    GABRIELA: Woman: Splendor and Sorrow, is a collection of love poems
    and poetic prose. I hope my readers will be interested in this collection. It
    will be published by Vita Brevis Press at the end of July. Here is part of
    what I wrote in the dedication in an attempt to describe my own book:

    My Dear Readers,
    My favorite novelist, Lawrence Durrell, once asked:

    Who invented the human heart, I wonder? Tell me, and then show me the
    place where he was hanged.”
    If you read this book, you will find that place. Yet make no mistake. It is
    not a sad place. In the pages you are about to read, I resurrect the one who
    invented the human heart. The splendors of candlelight and roses and the
    taste of gingerbread dwell in this book. Partake in them.
    The core of this book is love. Yet you will also find in it philosophical thoughts
    on literature, on winning and losing, on hate, on feminism, and on life in
    My dear reader, from wherever you are in this world, walk with me on the
    beautiful path of the human heart. I promise you will not regret doing so. On
    this road you will find love and the symbols that define us as humans.

    KRISTIANA: Issue II draws upon Hermes from the Olympic pantheon,
    why do you think we continue to reinvent and rejuvenate myths and
    stories of old? Do you have a particular myth/story you remember

    GABRIELA: Oh, myths, none of our civilizations have ever survived
    without them. We all have a mythical part so to speak. Myths express
    ontological and moral ideas. Their splendid supernaturality reflects our
    desire to transcend the materiality of the world, to find our beginnings,
    and to anticipate the future. Codes, symbols. Their faces may change in
    time, but they never become old.

    I have many stories I remember fondly. However, in myths, as well as in
    most major religions, there is one thing that fascinates me the most: the
    fall. Something goes wrong with our world because somebody errs. In
    most cases that somebody is a woman. Certain Gnostics believe that our
    material world is not the creation of the real God. The world is the
    creation of the demiurge (a lesser God) who came into being because of
    Sophia’s fall.
    I remember when I first visited Santorini. One early morning, caught
    between its breathtaking views and the blue of the Mediterranean, I
    realized that nobody could have ever lived in Greece without concocting
    myths. The beauty of that place refuses itself to rationality. One needs an
    entire mythology to absorb it.

    KRISTIANA: Would you describe yourself as multifaceted like Hermes?
    Could you use three words to describe yourself?

    GABRIELA: Hermes is a fascinating figure. He is the messenger of Gods.
    Some see him as the Logos itself. However, Hermes is also the god of
    thieves and liars. The Greeks did not leave one single human trait without
    a God. You must hand it to them.
    To answer your question, I do not think of myself as multifaceted. Three
    words to describe myself: I am mystery. Why? Because I am like anyone
    else. We all have a sight that we do not understand. Perhaps we are not
    supposed to.

    KRISTIANA: You are a long time, and very appreciated, supporter of FVR
    and other online platforms, what do you feel the online community has
    brought to the traditional world of writing and publishing?

    GABRIELA: The online community allows people to express their talents
    without having to go through more cumbersome conventional processes.
    It gives voice to the poor, and to the misunderstood. It gives voice to
    those who are unconventional. It allows us to dwell in a multiplicity of
    talents. It forces us to rediscover ourselves.

    Thank you for reading. Please download the entire issue here.

    MasticadoresUSA Update

    There are two beautiful poems up at MasticadoresUSA.

    Ghost in The Machine by Swarn Gill (read here)

    May Your Wings Soar by Andrew McDowell (read here)

    Do not forget to follow MasticadoresUSA.

    Thank you

    @Gabriela Marie Milton

    Sahara #poem #poetry #poetry collection

    The water bucket was brought by a woman.
    She left.
    Her child needed to be fed.
    The time comes from nowhere and goes nowhere.
    Between my thirst and this bucket of water,
    Between the consciousness of man and that of the stars,
    Matter passes from blue to gold.
    Your love gives way to his.

    My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, can be ordered here.
    Thank you.

    @Gabriela Marie Milton

    image: Liliya Kulianionak; Shutterstock; [link]