Image: front cover Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women
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
Feel me my love inside the #succulent black grapes which burned our taste in nights of ardor & of sand between your spade & the incandescence of the hurt bull the blood and sweat of a forgotten afternoon fragments in red and blue my soul
The Fisherman and the Syren (1856–1858), Frederic Leighton.
the miracle of you
the moon’s right-hand pours soul into my flesh pigeons’ wings bring scents of lilac blooms the air gets drunk with poetry statuary women of the water flaunt their hair
within the loneliness of you my heart rotates five equinoxes on a wooden spindle your eyes pour flesh into my soul my body germinates the sounds of growing leaves I wash my hands into the waters of Guadalquivir in the scented night of those who never sleep I say I love you and in one single breath our wedding is transformed in an enraptured death
was it the moon? was it the morning dew? perhaps it was the miracle of you
Poem included in my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, Amazon available here.
Updates
Please visit MasticadoresUSA. Support our community. There are several new and wonderful poems up. Do not forget to like, follow, and submit.
Thank you to everyone who sent poems for the poetry contest Woman: Splendor and Sorrow| Love Poems and Poetic Prose. The closing date is September 20. You can read more about the contest here and get the book in the link below.
Our sun ripped apart by the gallop of an Arabian horse. Sand & blood. Memories of our Sahara: the Sahara in which fate played games. Spaces, times, light crawl upon each other like flapping fish in a net. The enigma of to be. The simplicity of me. I #miss you. #vss365#poempic.twitter.com/XtPMANNis9
— Gabriela Marie Milton (@shortprose1) July 22, 2021
Poetry Contest
My Dear Readers,
To honor the community who have supported my writing journey and my work I plan to have a poetry contest in September. I will ask you to write one poem inspired by a piece from my #1 Amazon Best-Selling poetry collection Woman: Splendor and Sorrow and to list the name of the piece that inspired your submission. A number of poems from Woman: Splendor and Sorrow can be found on this blog. There will be prizes. More info about the contest coming up in September.
MasticadoresUSA update
Thanks to Juan, MasticadoresUSA has now a new beautiful theme. There are several new posts on the site. For me MasticadoresUSA is a labor of love. It is a way of giving back to the WP community. Thank you to everyone who supports this site.
You can read the work of your fellow poets and follow the site here.
Love to everyone.
#1 Amazon Best-Selling Poetry Collection (August 9&10) Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose by Gabriela Marie Milton:
Summer sunsets with their cruel debaucheries of orange and purple. Concentrated scents of saffron and roses in the hallways. Dates filled with marzipan. I crave sweetness like I crave you.
Nightmares. A sailor drowned a cat at sea. Someone paid him to do it.
I cannot breathe anymore.
Last night in one of the upstairs bedrooms the child’s toys changed places. A candle lit by itself.
I do not wish you were here. I am beyond that. My blood flows in the opposite direction. I am the plenitude of my febrilities. I am incandescent.
Remember that scene from Jane Eyre? We discussed. Bertha: beautiful, exotic, insane, locked in a room. Bertha whom Rochester married in Jamaica. Every time he tried to open the door she would rush to tear him apart. Why am I thinking Bertha?
I can see you walking in the streets of another continent. I can hear your murmurs by the sea.
I still cannot breathe.
My darling, “will you still be loving me when the summer is gone?”
Gabriela Marie Milton 2022 Pushcart Prize Nominee Publisher, Editor, Award Winning & #1 Amazon Bestselling Author Books:
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
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. …..
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. …….
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. …..
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.
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!
I have an indefeasible desire to make a fetish of the loves that agonize under the temple I am prepared to dance at your feasts to be anointed by the grace of tears I am neither a gift nor something you can keep I am the syllable forgotten on your lip #vss365#prepare#poempic.twitter.com/TvRhO4Ot4S
— Gabriela Marie Milton (@shortprose1) April 1, 2021
