Invisible Movement — The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom

Were I to sit roadside
hands held out
sign asking for alms
would you see me?
Were I to stand at the bus stop
teeth chattering
sodden by rain
needing a fix
would you really see me?
Were I to sit next to you
meeting upon meeting
late night after late night
pressed into duty
pressed against the desk
would you ever see me again?
I am but one of the invisible
fallen amongst the cracks
head down
eye frown
look not upon the great
who can do no wrong
who can rape
who can plunder
who can murder without fear
the day will come…..
judge not lest you be judge
bastardization for bastards
pain reaped for pain
desolation for desolation
all yours times tenfold.

©March 13/20
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VIa:Invisible Movement — The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom

Good one. I relate. Personally abused when young by the egotistical alphas that are only in it for what they can take from anybody because they judge others, and think their above everybody else, instead of helping those supposedly below them who need a hand to raise them up. That’s what it raised from memory anyway…

the first I love you #love poem # poetry #micropoetry — Short Prose

the moon is pregnant with desires
talismans caress your skin
naked shoulders dream

mirrors, phantoms of your thirst
passions hidden to the eye
chains pull you to me

between lines I take you
to the land of the first I love you

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

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the first I love you #love poem # poetry #micropoetry — Short Prose

the last love # love poem #poetry — Short Prose

Via short-prose-fiction

I eat macaroons in the same coffee shop
Roberto’s guitar sells cheap dreams by the sea
young girls are ready for harvest like flowers of lust
I laugh…
I scratch poetry on a glass
I say the first love is French
you ask how’s the last
it smells raspberries, vanilla, and grass
you touch my left wrist
I play a few cards
red flowers bloom on your cheeks
your teeth peel the skin of my gloves
you walk into darkness
I seal you on in wax
how’s the last love?
you shouldn’t have asked

@short-prose-fiction (Gabriela M)

I eat macaroons in the same coffee shop
Roberto’s guitar sells cheap dreams by the sea

the last love # love poem #poetry — Short Prose

My Author of the Year Interview with Spillwords Press #author — Short Prose

Via: short prose fiction

My Dear Readers,

I am humbled that I was voted Author of the Year at Spillwords Press.  Thank you to everyone who voted for me, and thank you to the wonderful team at Spillwords Press (NYC).

“…from the writings of the titans coming from the Latin American space to the writings of their counterparts coming from the Slavic space. Yes, I am an American, but I am also a child of Europe. I have been fascinated, mesmerized, frightened, brought to tears…” 

You can read my interview here: Author of the Year 2019 Interview 


I’m so happy for you Gabrela! It is so great to see you get rewarded for your talent. I must say again, it’s not only about helping you, it’s more that you have helped me by your spirit attracting the best followers. You add some of the right elements into my Alchemical boiling pot. My chemistry here would not be right without “Chemical Gabriela” so thanks for all you do! Congratulations again!

February 18, 2020 1 Minute

My Author of the Year Interview with Spillwords Press #author — Short Prose

Valencia #poem #poetry — Short Prose

a bird awakes the moon
a fish turns in my dreams
algae wrap around my wrists 
Valencia, I just saw you in his eyes
his skin is madness
made of sandalwood

the smell of autumn paves the way
loves lost on lonely cobbled streets
a shadow dances on the wall
a pen writes on a table by itself
on a deck
a sailor flips a coin
dust of desiccated lands

impressions, fingers on the pillow
under a purple sky
dried wounds
this room is loneliness,
and smells of sandalwood


Valencia #poem #poetry — #Short-prose […]

Valencia #poem #poetry — Short Prose