On Life, Love, and Literature: Collage

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How beautiful this winter would be if the sky were the color of your eyes.

A naked night knocked at the door. She wanted to buy love.  I sent her away.

If I must pick one type of love it wouldn’t be eternal love.

Every morning I wake up to a list of things “to do.” I hate things. I love only their meanings. 

If heaven were hell what would you do?

I do not speak anymore. Since I read Camilo José de Cela’s Cristo Versus Arizona I decided silence is the only thing I should practice.

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My poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings is available on Amazon here .
Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

My Name Is Gabriela #fiction #short story #poetic prose

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My name is Gabriela. Papa used to call me Marie. Nobody understood why. Mama believed that Marie was the secret name of his mother who was an actress. As far as I know my grandmother’s name was Lucrecia, and she was no actress. She was born into a religious family. Her uncle was a bishop. I have no idea how Mama came up with this story about my grandmother being an actress and having a secret name.  

I cannot write anymore.  If you want me to do it, you will have to lock me in the library. Only there silences become words, and words become soft and puffy like two humongous winter breasts glowing in the last rays of a sweet and sticky sunset.

Yesterday, I got lost in the sacrality of the winter carnival with its colors and aromas of musicality, and its hands of poetry extended to the moon and beyond.  

Oh, no, you locked the library door.

I start knotting the thin rosy bodies of the quiet words that make the four thousand volumes that reside in here. An aerial bridge extends over the world. Dressed in a full-moon regalia, I walk on it. Around me birds amalgamate the winds of the North with those of the South. I see stars floating on the seas. Blue meadows wave to me.

I cry. My tears reach the earth, and each and one of them grows into a new poem.

My name is Gabriela. Papa used to call me Marie….

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Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.

@Gabriela Marie Milton

September Tango #poem #poetry #poetry collection

your tired feet have walked the desert

thorns and thistles scarred your skin

squirming in a mire 

enraged by liars

your nights of passions

felt like the apocalypse

 

you, bearer of the bleeding hearts

I lock the door

I toss the key out of the window

I drink the sweetest wine

and listen to

the chants of prayers from the faraway Corinth

 

the walls are gray

the music plays

a yellow sunset lingers on my dress

September speaks

with lips of tango nuevo

with cords of harems with no keys

 

you, my adulterated love

I light your fire

blindfolded I seek a buyer

for all my sins

for this September blood that I resold

and for the girl who once was me

 

My poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings is available on Amazon here .
Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.

Thank you.
Love.
Gabriela.

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Czech Love #poem #poetry #poetry collection

we ate Czech goulash and dumplings
drank Pilsner and smoked cigarettes
in a garden by St. Nicholas Church
I dragged you with me on a bench
your skin and your kisses were fresh
contouring each other: bark and heartwood
awe-struck we stood and bowed when love came
I saw what one sees in the light
you felt what one feels in the dark
it smelled linden trees and drizzled confetti
we tied our wrists with ropes made of blood
buried our hearts in mountains and rivers
made love on the soul of the seventeen bridges
bathed in the river Bohemia coughed
died the next morning in front of the Castle
and in the City of the Thousand Spires
not even the pigeons noticed a thing

My poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings is available on Amazon here .
Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

My new piece “Exiled” published by Indian Periodical #poem #prose poem #short prose

You, evening of ours, how beautifully your lips tasted; stars in your unbraided hair spread over still waters like lily pads; rosy skin like the flesh of a pink grapefruit freshly open.

I still can breathe in your aromas of cherry flavored cigars and sleepless expectations.

Exiled under this oak tree…

Please continue reading here.

My poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings is available on Amazon here .
Passions featured in San Francisco Book Review
Passions featured in Manhattan Book Review.

Thank you.
Love.
Gabriela.

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@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Moonlight Love #poem #prose poem #short prose #poetry collection #reviews

Bones, blood, flesh trapped in a brilliant moonlight.

The sand of the shore carried faraway by translucent tongues of water.

Around me the mint grows taller than the trees; lassitude turning from gold to red.

Eyes become the locus where the desert and the sea meet.

Imprinted on my body the number twelve; the twelve horses of the sun-chariot.

He, the seller of time, looks at me.

His voice penetrates the membranes of my cells.

One hour of impossible love for two dimes.

I, who can foresee the future, buy.

The hour wraps around my hips like a passion vine around a tree.

For a second you, the lover of the visible world, hesitate.

Streets inundated by the sweet smell of citrus.

Arms hugging a void.

You cannot eat that citrus and you cannot touch me.

Moonlight love, remind me, why did I buy you?

 

My poetry collection, Love Poems and Other Writings, available on Amazon here and featured in San Francisco Book Review and Manhattan Book Review.

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My book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, featured in Manhattan Book Review #poetry collection #review

 

My Dear Readers,

One of my favorite novelists once wrote:

The profoundest distances are never geographical.
― John Fowles, The Magus

Last night thinking of the friendships I have created on WP I wrote on a piece of paper: The profoundest friendships are never geographical.  Perhaps even the profoundest loves are not geographical either.

I am humbled by the love and the support you have shown me. It is my joy to share with you my work and my journey as a writer. You all enrich my life. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Below please find the review of my book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, done by Jo Niederhoff, and featured in the Manhattan Book Review. I am happy to share it with you with its good and its bad.

“I would expect a collection of love poems to be lush and indulgent… Gabriela Marie Milton’s collection, Passions, is no exception. Though each poem is short—most are no longer than a page—each is also a glimpse into a moment of beauty. Some poems are passionate, heat felt between every line. Others are more sedate, showing a calmer aspect of love. Still others are yearning, either for a love to come or for a love that has passed. No matter what mood you’re in, you’re sure to find something that will suit your need within these pages…”

Please continue reading here.

You can find my book featured in San Francisco Book Review here.

Thank you.
Love.
Gabriela

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

Destined to replace #poem #poetic prose #short prose

I could detect the taste of the city on your lips.

The city and her languorous afternoon we spent in bed.

Every evening at 6 pm the chords of your guitar used to grow rose buds.

Sheer sunsets imprinted on our bodies.

Streets, labyrinths of gray cobblestones, dying in the orange light only to be revived later in the night by the steps of lovers desperately calling each other like song sparrows, brown streaks through each eye.

You said if I leave, I would become a stranger to the city. Did you mean to your lips?

I looked at the clock. Its hands showed no time. I answered:

How interesting. Strangers are always destined to replace.

By the little colored stall where ice cream was sold in the summer your guitar shed its notes: rose petals in the remnants of a cold wind.

excerpt from my book in progress: Remembrance of Love [working title]

 

My poetry collection, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, is available on Amazon here.
Thank you.
Love.
Gabriela

@short- prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

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My Book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, featured in San Francisco Book Review #book review

We desperately want to love, to possess each other, caught in a perpetual rush to justify our existence.
Yet there is no love that can fully satisfy us. The passions of the flesh get exhausted in bed. What is left is exhausted by our imagination.

Excerpt from my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings [on Amazon here].

My Dear Friends,
Thank you to everyone who reads my work. Your support means the world to me.  Below please find the review of my book, Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings, in San Francisco Book Review.

The series transports us on a journey of love as much as it delivers us a thematically diverse set of emotions. This is a superb collection.”
Bobbie Peyton

Please read the entire review here.

Thank you.
Love.
Gabriela

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A poem from my book Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings and a review #poem #poetry collection

The forgetfulness of summer, a poem from my poetry collection Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings [available on Amazon here]

On my left mountains of passion lost in lunar light.
On my right poetry.
An African violet beats her eyelashes.
Spanish moss lingers on the waters of the Bayou.
The smell of fresh cocoa penetrates my nostrils.
Old wounds crawl on my skin; columns of ants searching for honeydew on a tropical tree.
The forgetfulness of summer.
The silence of a blue lagoon.
You.

and another review of my book posted on an online forum on May 17th.

Passions: Love Poems and Other Writings was one of the most beautiful and well written collection of poems I have ever read. Each word was so perfect and beautiful, and the prose were wonderful. With each installment of the prose it added puzzle pieces to a stunning love story with what looks to be a dramatic love triangle between friends….
Please read the entire review here

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela Marie Milton)

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