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STILL I LOVE

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Author: Norberto Franco Cisneros

Norberto Franco CisnerosJune 1, 2018

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STILL I LOVE

written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros

Life’s demands are unreasonable, chaotic, horrifying,
killing, unfair, unjust, perverse, vicious
making me cower, frightening me
yet in this brutal existence
I still Love

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Norberto Franco Cisneros

His poetry has been published by the following: Indiana University Journal; Sound of Poetry; Avocet Review (Avocet Press); Snow Jewel (Grey Sparrow Press); Black Petals E-zine; Ilumen (Mouthfeel Press/Sam's Dot Publishing); Tuck Magazine and many others, including a genealogical webzine, and Ruh Aatish; and Poetry Soup in which he was also a featured poet.

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Gabriela M

Gabriela M. was born in Europe and presently lives in the United States where she is a university professor. She published three novels in her native language. In 2017 she started writing poetry in English. Since then her poetry has been published in various journals and newspapers. Her favorite poets are the symbolists and the surrealists, and her favorite novelist is Lawrence Durrell. She is a fluent speaker of three languages. She spends her time teaching, researching, leading a university-wide organization, working on her novel, and writing poetry. She mostly spends her vacations in Miami, Southern California, and Southern Europe.
Christina Schwarz, the author of the New York Times bestseller Drowning Ruth, after reading Gabriela M’s poetry manuscript stated:
“With lush language and lavish imagery, Gabriela M. evokes a fantastic world ripe with emotion.”

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