Gitana Cafe by Virginia Mateias

Gitana Cafe by Virginia Mateias, Monthly Contributor site: https://mobile.twitter.com/mateiasvirginia to Steve At nightfallthe last Elders of the city arriveat Gitana’s – the cafe in the corner.The trees abandon their thoughts in an abundance of layers on the pavement acrossand red-blooded gypsies hide themselvesin paintings.The front seat is left unoccupied nowadaysas the Elders of the city…

Nights Crave the Creation of Artistic Waves by Kritika

Nights Crave the Creation of Artistic Waves by Kritikasite:  https://valorousbird.wordpress.com nights crave the creation of artistic wavesthe low’s deliberate submission to the highrhythmic grunts and the screaming ridespanting under the mystical moonlight the brazen conflagrant structures danceteething, slithering and exchanging bitespushing away to pulling close; a state of trancea cavorting courtship at its height decorating…

The Slate by Navin Manik

The Slate by Navin ManikWebsite: https://navinspoetry.com/Instagram: @navinspoetry_ Staring at this empty slateWant to scribble my current stateBut heart isn’t readyMind is talking crazySimply can’t breatheAnd on top, am about to screamWant to break that screenWhy do I feel so aggressive?Or am I simply just possessive?But I know am worked up & explosive This noise in…

gusty aura by Lauren M. Hancock

gusty aura by Lauren M. Hancocksite: https://laurenmhancock.com ambiguous this breath I takewhat does it meanto my whole, how does it relate?does this sustenancethis air I takematter in any means of entiretydo I exist for a form of fate?wonder not into the desert of human traits, deep existencewander in the sand dunesheated footstepsthis breath I takeexpired…

Saturday at MasticadoresUsa

Hello everyone and welcome to MasticadoresUsa. Saturdays we share with you photographs, inspirational quotes, books, reviews & poetry readings. This Saturday We invite you in Canada to walk the streets of Quebec with one of ours monthly contributors, Virginia Mateias. … and sit by a gorgeous fire that our media contributor, Timothy Price, made for…

Come Spring by Rene Hunter

Come Spring by Holly Rene Hunter, Monthly Contributor site: https://houseofheartweb.wordpress.com/ On a grassy knoll behind a mock castlebeneath Aristophanes clouds of adventuresurrounded by harems of wood spritesscattering seeds among hearts of loversUnder the cover of smokey pinesbreathing pungent amber resignthere in the unruffled pools of your eyesI will die just a little. @Holly Rene Hunter…

Drifting by Gary Black

Drifting by Gary Black site: Whaligoe Eye – Whaligoe Eye  Bundle mein to Love’s waiting roomFloating weightlessin an ocean of skyDon’t dropmy crystal whispersof hopein which I cry As I driftwith a compassof fragmentsEverywhere is nowhereand in betweenMagnificent calderabetween mind and heartWhat’s meant to be @Gary Black, December 2021 Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller…

Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajas

Beaten, Taunted by Michelle Navajassite: https://michnavs.wordpress.com/ i don’t know what hurt the most being beaten up or being taunted? the beating produces bruises and wounds but eventuallyit will heal, it will become a scar, a scar that will remind youof the wars you’ve won, of the battles you’ve overcomethe scars, in effect, will make you…

Those Moments of Living with Myself by Pragalbha Doshi

Those Moments of Living with Myself by Pragalbha Doshisite: http://www.pragalbhadoshi.com  The Earthof my Beingas if is splittinginto partsyet again Dry landsof my emotionsas if fuelingFiresof my thoughts Wildfires spreadingno tears rainingto feel the wetsome churning felt Ice blocksof my poetryas if thawingtricklingthrough the cracks Rivers stagnantof rejoiceas if flowingyet sludge still Winds of my Beingas if…

The Boy Who Could Play by Camellia

The Boy Who Could Play by Camelliasite: https://twitter.com/20_camellia Every evening below her balcony,When the bougainvilleas darkenedAgainst the setting sun….She saw the boy, catch Butterflies on their way home…Like promises caught and released…The schoolgirls cried,Like milkmaids with broken pots…Yet she could see his lonely heart,Gasping for breath…It just couldn’t…wouldn’t beat… @Camellia Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller…

Saturday at MasticadoresUsa

Dear Readers, I invite you to spend a few minutes every Saturday at MasticadoresUsa. We will share with you photographs, inspirational quotes, books, reviews & poetry readings. This Saturday: a wonderful photograph sent by our monthly contributor Timothy Price. * A splendid recitation of my poem «You Night» by Arliden the Bard. His talent and…

Pale Veiled Memory by Karima Hoisan

Pale Veiled Memory by Karima Hoisan site:  https://karimahoisan.com/ Pale specter in the mind of nighttime’s sheer illusions,You no longer glide through my blowing veiled halls.Hard reality, sometimes known as truth, has snatched you upAnd turned you into boring commonness, so cold and colorless. But I remember an open window, when your time was my time,Where…

our love, airborne… by Jeff Flesch

our love, airborne by Jeff Flesch, Monthly Contributor site: https://jeffflesch.com/ the sun rising in the morn, reminding me of times,forlorn, dust-laden hands, breathing in all I can,while looking to the stones in theriverbend wafting this way and that, gathering debris, kept,from the tides, even as we diatribe,about the loss felt, withinour cradledbreast beating like a…

The Confused Parallel by M. Taggart

The Confused Parallel by M. Taggart, Monthly Contributor site: https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/ He couldn’t catch his breath. His wordswere spinning in his mind with such ferocityhe was unable to calm himself as he begun toshake. He was sure he could see his wordson the ceiling. He pulled his body together,clamped his knees to his chest, and rockedwhile…

Savor Tender Moments by Cindy Georgakas

Savor Tender Moments by Cindy Georgakas Monthly Contributor site:www.uniquelyfit.net My eyes cast shadows of reflections,as you swoop down nestled in under my arm. Your branches reach far and wide. Time stands still and feels like eternity,as we unite and take flight. Secrets shared,  fire ignites,burying skeletons,of the past. It was just you and me.No traces to track of our whereabouts.Messages in a…

MasticadoresUsa Introduces Its Monthly Contributors

MasticadoresUsa Monthly Contributors: My Dear Readers, It is a pleasure to introduce you to our MasticadoresUsa monthly contributors. They are wonderful and accomplished writers whose work will be featured every month. That said, please continue to submit to MasticadoresUsa. I am thrilled to publish your wonderful poetry and short stories too. Without further ado our…

SOCIALLY DISTANCED by Nancy Richy

SOCIALLY DISTANCEDby Nancy Richy[author’s site] Both men lived in the same apartment building, one on the ground floor and the other two flights up. They would see each other in passing, nodding ‘hello’ or muttering the occasional “how ya doing?” They were approximately the same age and had seen each other often but a friendship never developed. Then the corona virus…