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Hello Dear Readers and Contributors, We have decided to move Gobblers to LatinosUSa. A larger website with six editors: Barbara Leonhard, J. Ré Crivello, Nolcha Fox, Michelle Ayón Navajas, Francisco Bravo, and Robbie Cheadle. With this move, we aim to provide better service and reach a wider audience. We appreciate your support over the years… Leer más Gobblers Moves Home…
shaking the rainglobe i watch… my mood *** beaver m(o)on i plan to plant a pink camellia *** flying white feather i regain my hope *** orange halves on kitchen table i miss orioles
by Dawn Pisturino 1995 Lindsey leaned over the kitchen sink and stared out the window. A cloudless, vivid blue sky, bright with winter sunlight, contrasted sharply with the clean, white snow that sparkled like crushed glass. A perfect day, she thought, for building a snow family in the backyard, sledding down Jackson Hill, skating on Fisher… Leer más The Best Gift
by Richard M. Ankers & Gina Maria Manchego Authors’ Notes: Two poems written whilst sharing a nice, warm drink in a rural coffee shop. Two aspects of the same story written in very different ways. The Fringe Kidsby Gina Maria Manchego This coffee shop is an alternate universe, the macchiato colored walls hang wears of starving artists wanting… Leer más Thoughts from a Coffee Shop
by Abel Abilheira When I opened my eyeswinter was again herereturned to the wooden deckof my rear gardenpointing the tip of his noseat the kitchen windowsamazed to find meto knead the bread doughin a sustained effortthrough the four seasonsto feel in my placeat the bottom of this labyrinthSo here we are: winter, its ice,me and my… Leer más Winter comes back
by Pegah Rahmati Nezhad her mailboxin springnesting birds *** whitemy childhood choicein all chess games *** this urge to also mother kittens koala mom *** drizzle…lilac (s)centand i *** snakes and ladders story of life on earth *** the tremble in child’s voiceattack of drones https://twitter.com/rahmati_pegah Photo by Richard Burlton on Unsplash
by Bianca Alina Your love was like a mirage. I thought I could get closer to your soul. My soul had so much warmth that it could erase all the sad memories from yours. If only I could touch it for a moment… but you never let me. You left me only the illusion of closeness,… Leer más Fading love
by Bogdan Dragoș it’s like an old schoolchildren’s storyand I don’t know whether he’sthe main character or justone of thembut I see him goingto middle schoolin ragged clothes, carrying anancient backpack on hisfrail shouldersAs if especially to look morelike a fragment rippedfrom a folk talehe carriesbread crumbs in his pocketsand takes a fistfuland tosses it to… Leer más Must tend to the balance
by Lauren Scott in a night abyssshimmering with white diamondshope winks with promise https://baydreamerwrites.com Photo by Matt Drenth on Unsplash
by Manuela Timofte Just as love leaves an imprint on the souls of those around us, the darkness within us is reflected in our actions and in everything that happens on the global stage. Whether it’s revolutions, coups, demonstrations, or wars, all these events mirror our inner turmoil — full of agitation, dissatisfaction, negativity, hatred, and a desire… Leer más Someone else, the rest and me…
by Mike U. (#133) winter blizzardmountain’s clouded mind confusedavalanche of thoughts… (#134) my life stains the pagecomplicated crimson kanjitoo obscure to read… (#135) arctic kitsunelittle blizzard stalks the driftscrimson raicho plumes… (#136) darkest winter nightechoes of abandoned prayersdwindle in the void… (#137) wind and sea and skypermanence of changeimpermanence of life… (#138) snow on footbridgeheron tracks the… Leer más A Few Haiku (23)
by Marcello Comitini You ask me for irony in the versesyou ask me to talk about lifewith joyful detachmentwhich drives away evil.But the sound of life is the maldull beating of blood in the veinsthe love that holds me with you.I could onlyif you find it unbearable to listen to it,I get away from my life.… Leer más I get away
by Manuela Timofte For the way will unravel new miracles,life’s poesy fleetingly spreaddim softly swept recollections…but the path unfoldsahead Nicole Sara – Pathway M. Since when do you write? What was an early experience where you learned that language had power? I remember writing my very first poems playfully, here and there, on cards, for instance,… Leer más Nicole Sara – Interview
by Daniela Topîrcean You comfort my loving heartby the blue flight of your presencein the immensity of my thought…you are a part of my soula ray of summer sunthat borrowed your face… You have something of me…something undefined and unyieldingly beautiful,an immense silence surrounds you,like a diaphanous nimbus… I dream that I hug youin a secret… Leer más In love with flying…
by Rana Several dreams hovering among the shooting starsSearch in for harmony, delineating the eternal bliss Quixotic inklings circled the empty souls all at onceClinging in the agony of the fate linking me into this To surmount the ladder of liberty, one must believe.The odds are blind, so bear accruals without a miss If beauty is… Leer más Touch my Heart
by Iulia-Florentina Paciurea Extend your soul to the sea,Or to the Moon, to the Sun,Pretend it to be fields of chicory,Or to a wave, or to wonder…For/because what is the soul if not the amazementThat you still breathe, that I still breathe,With so much longing and with the purposeOf the oppressive sparkles? ©️Iulia-Florentina Paciurea https://web.facebook.com/https://www.iuliapaciurea-scriitor.co Photo… Leer más Sparkles
by Mike U. she sat there9,000 miles awayon the edge of her bedor the ledge of her buildingI never knew whichand talked about anchorsand the black depthsof depressionand what it would feel liketo fly “You’re my only reasonfor being,” she saidand was she laughingor crying?it’s hard to tell whiletext-chatting(damn my deaf ears)“You’re the only anchorI have left,”… Leer más Anchor
by Nicole Sara Golden has to be the horizon… golden as the sun rising clean,goldenwith a silvery trimming, bathing soft smiles through dream Golden must be days waving softly… golden as the soul of life,goldenwith an orange embelishment, bearing brightness through strife And golden are to turn all the moments… golden yielding brownish contours,goldenshining blissfully soothing… Leer más Golden song sweeping clean
by Bogdan Dragoș “The days pass like fallenleaves into theriver, under the bridge,”he saysand thinks that it’sthe deepest shitone can utterabout life a life that he’sso damn full of He wakes up at 6 AMevery morningand drinks water, stretches,jumps a bit goes into the bathroomcomes outprepares a protein shakespreads peanut butter ona digestive cookieingests all that… Leer más No other heaven I need to grind for
by Lauren Scott An eerie high-pitched note whirls around in young Becky’s mind as she sleeps. The howling is earsplitting, wailing just outside her window, imitating a music score in a horror film. Not that she would know because she isn’t old enough to watch scary movies, but her six-year-old imagination tells her so. The trees… Leer más She Sleeps – A short story
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