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SEDUCTION AFTER DARK

AidaOctober 25, 2018

SEDUCTION AFTER DARK written by: Aida The moon is in full bloody and creepy red... Eyes longing, searching for a victim to devour. Victims who are...

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IN CONCERT WITH OUR DREAMS

Allan kayiiraApril 2, 2018

IN CONCERT WITH OUR DREAMS written by: Allan Kayiira @luyakaya The pitter-patter of hasty feet on warm concrete sings a sullen song, clumsy and offb...

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The Lorelei

Cindy MedinaApril 1, 2018

The Lorelei written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 I beheld the Lorelei when the Moon hung quarter-full Her beauty and siren song lured my mind into a ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Mountain

Polly OliverMarch 5, 2018

Mountain written by: Polly Oliver @Polrocksnbones Thorn tree faces down the flinty stare Of a Welsh Winter’s sky. Last year’s berries, Boon for rav...

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Allure

Freya PickardDecember 20, 2016

Allure written by: Freya Pickard @FreyaPickard allure of bright vision entice your heart to me enthralled you become imprisoned; vampire cin...

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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.”

Anatomy of A Heartbreak by Henna Johansdotter

February: He’s left you a wishbone on your pillow. You’re not sure what to do with it so you stick it between your ribs, feeling the sharp end shift with every move, scraping against the aorta. You hold your breath while sleeping and do not stir as the dreams pass by like headlights, colliding into the mist.

May: You pull out your teeth as not to hurt him anymore. He says your silence is ugly and suggests you keep your mouth open.
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