A fabulous reading of my poetry by Swarn Gill #spokenword #spoken word #poems #MasticadoresUSA update

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Spoken Word – Reading of Gabriela Marie Milton’s Poetry

I am humbled by Swarn’s [@theedemaruh] decision to read two of my poems: Prayer published by Free Verse Revolution, and I Want My Body Burned included in my poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings.

Swarn captured and deepened the meaning of my poems. The tone and the execution of the readings are superb. They are a testimony of his great talent. While listening to his recitation I asked myself: Can he see into my soul? It certainly felt that way.

A note to you my dear readers. It is not about how many followers you have. It is about their quality. It’s about how they can enrich your life, and how you can enrich theirs.

As the song goes:
May you always do for others
And let others do for you

– Bob Dylan

Please listen to Swarn’s readings.

MasticadoresUSA update

Two beautiful poems are now up at MasticadoresUSA.

Read Beloved by David Gittlin here.

Read Mulberries in the Piedmont by Bartholomew Barker here.

Do not forget to follow MasticadoresUSA.

Do you want to submit? Please read the editorial announcement here.
Thank you
Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton

I am the one – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton translated into Italian by Daniela Cerrato up at Gioielli Rubati 146

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My poem I am the one translated into Italian by Daniela Cerrato is up at Gioielli Rubati 146.

Those of you who can read Italian please visit Gioielli Rubati 146 here.

My most sincere thanks to Daniela who translated my poem.
Grazie di core, Daniela [visit site].

Deep thanks to Flavio Almerighi [visit side] too, the founder of Gioielli Rubati, who featured me in previous editions, and who translated into Italian several pieces included in my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings [available on Amazon here].

I am the one

I am the voice of your past loves
resounding in your wildest fantasies
dressed in roses at the altar of your dreams
I am the one you’ve never had
my soul flows from the tears of the Nile
from the hands of children who still beg
through ruins, darkness, and deep pain
through wars which they will never understand
I am the last who will be saved
for I have sinned under the shadow of His cross
when Spanish fountains cry in the sunset
I am the Desdemona who you’ve never met
today Granada’s just the place
in which García Lorca once was killed
I am the feather of a gold macaw bird
and in the city where bells toll
I am the one whose cries you’ve never heard.

Io sono l’unica

Sono la voce dei tuoi amori passati
che si fa eco nelle tue fantasie più selvagge
vestita di rose all’altare dei tuoi sogni
Sono colei che non hai mai avuto,
la mia anima scorre dalle lacrime del Nilo
dalle mani dei bambini che ancora mendicano
attraverso rovine, oscurità e dolore profondo
attraverso guerre che non capiranno mai.
Sono l’ultima che si salverà
perché ho peccato all’ombra della Sua croce
quando le fontane spagnole piangono al tramonto
Sono la Desdemona che non hai mai incontrato,
oggi Granada è il luogo
in cui una volta fu ucciso García Lorca.
Sono la piuma dell’uccello ara dorato
e nella città dove suonano le campane
sono la sola di cui non hai mai udito i pianti.

MasticadoresUSA Update

A beautiful poem by Joni Caggiano is up at MasticadoresUSA. Please read it here and subscribe to MasticadoresUSA.

Do you want to submit? Please read the guidelines here.
Thank you
Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton

The splendid poetry of Ty Gardner #guest post #MasticadoresUSA update

Dear Readers,

It is with the outmost pleasure that I introduce you to a fabulous American poet: Ty Gardner. I discovered Ty on Twitter about a month ago. His talent captivated me. His poetry is life and it’s beauty. His poetry is all of us.

The rambling roads are calling home,
and the paper trails of prose-poemed passages 
we vowed to roam echo visions of misted-morning veils 
o’er mountain…

Please continue reading Ty’s poem Siren Songs of Rambling Roads at MasticadoresUSA.

Visit Ty’s Amazon site here. Pick one of his books. Read it and you will know what I am taking about. Visit him on Twitter.

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Do not forget to follow MasticadoresUSA.

Do you want to submit? Read the editorial announcement here.
Thank you
Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton

Butterflies always die – poetic prose by Gabriela Marie Milton #poetry #poetic prose

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In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen.

Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside down. I could see the splendor of a naked butterfly ready to mate. Do you know for how long do two butterflies stay together? Sixteen hours. The exact time we spent together in the silence of the island.

Suspended in the between times neither of us moved. No cosmic sacrifice happened. No driving force was brought to life. No blood interfered between …. please continue reading at MasticadoresUSA.

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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 the one – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton / MasticadoresUSA update

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I am the one

[poem included in my poetry collection

Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings]

I am the voice of your past loves
resounding in your wildest fantasies
dressed in roses at the altar of your dreams
I am the one you’ve never had
my soul flows from the tears of the Nile
from the hands of children who still beg
through ruins, darkness, and deep pain
through wars which they will never understand
I am the last who will be saved
for I have sinned under the shadow of His cross
when Spanish fountains cry in the sunset
I am the Desdemona who you’ve never met
today Granada’s just the place
in which García Lorca once was killed
I am the feather of a gold macaw bird
and in the city where bells toll
I am the one whose cries you’ve never heard.

MasticadoresUSA Update

A fabulous poem by Tremaine L. Loadholt is up at MasticadoresUSA. Please read it here and please subscribe to MasticadoresUSA.

Do you want to submit? Please read the guidelines here.
Thank you
Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton

Summer Fantasy poem by Gabriela Marie Milton/ MasticadoresUSA Update

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Summer Fantasy


poem included in my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings (Vita Brevis Press, April 2020) available on Amazon here

my eyes are water wells
mirroring your body
into a time which shrinks
my lips shine on stained glass
windows to the sea
a virgin violin
faints into your lap
sick with jealousy
the summer hangs in trees
seduction
fantasy

MasticadoresUSA Update

A gorgeous poem by M. Taggart is up at MasticadoresUSA. Please read it here and please subscribe to MasticadoresUSA.

Do you want to submit? Please read the guidelines here
Thank you
Gabriela

@Gabriela Marie Milton

in love with you – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton #poetry #poetry collection

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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

Vita Brevis Anthology, Brought to Sight & Swept Away, is out. My poem On Sacrifice and Meaning is included

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.

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 ….

Announcement from the editor:

Day #2 Update

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

The Easter of Roses – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton

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and you my love
who know that spring has come
peaches grow on one side of the moon
injured lambs scream on the other
taste of strawberries
my hair freshly cut
herds of feelings return in the night from the waters
possessed by new ghosts we look for each other
the baptism of rain and thin yellow candles
a verse from Seferis bites from my lips
the Easter of Roses with its cold morning showers
never to sin your hands nailed in white marble
the rode of your anchor
my love
it’s spring
it’s me
free your hands from the marble

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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 Orphic Egg – poem by Gabriela Marie Milton up at Vita Brevis Poetry Magazine

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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

or here

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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