Magazine is born on February 5th in Gobblers, and later it will do so in India and MasticadoresUSA — Gobblers & Masticadores

Amazing creations are forthcoming among the English editions of Masticadores! Thank you, Juan Re Crivello, for your creative leadership! Please read on…. Magazine is the brainchild of four editors (Terveen Gill, Manuela Timofte, Barbara Leonhard and myself) to publish on Sundays (at the same time) in… India, Usa and Gobblers, one writer from our list…

“Single Bird” by Julie A. Dickson

On a wire    birds perch together   lined up against gray sky one is alone         away from the group      seems banished from the rest    is it by choice or have the rest          ignored lone bird    in his tiny quest for togetherness  …

Letter from the Director of Masticadores

Big news from the Director of Masticadores, Juan Re Crivello. I’m so grateful to be part of the team of editors and the growing Masticadores community. Thank you, Juan, for all you do! Today we have crossed 250 thousand visits in 2022. It is an annual milestone that makes us very happy! We also want…

“Mom and I Play Lassos with Our Hysterectomy Scars” Nominated for a Pushcart Prize! — Experiments in Fiction

My humble gratitude, Ingrid! You should have seen me when you emailed this news! Congratulations to all the nominees! https://read.amazon.com/kp/card?preview=inline&linkCode=kpd&ref_=k4w_oembed_u0kuc3DTOSjAEL&asin=B0BH99FS2T&tag=kpembed-20 It is my pleasure to announce that I have nominated Barbara Harris Leonhard’s poem, “Mom and I Play Lassos with Our Hysterectomy Scars” for a Pushcart Prize. 408 more words “Mom and I Play Lassos with…

“The Bittersweet” by Barbara Harris Leonhard

Dancing in midair in delirium  without falling. What holds me – A leaf on a tiny thread of a spider’s weaving? Am I suspended by my dizzying  uncertainty and fear? Or is it  a divine umbilical beam spinning me  in wild joy? Is it both – the tether  of dubiety and divinity? I cling  to…

Good-bye to everyone

My Dear Readers, This morning I wrote to Juan and told him I would step down as the editor of MasticadoresUsa. It has been and honor and a pleasure to serve you for more than a year and a half. I was privileged to read your work, and prepare posts on your behalf. Time has…

Strands Into Gold by Cindy Georgakas

Wild, like the hair on myhead that turns strands into gold.  I run through wheat fields, eat sunflower seeds and throw away the husk.   These are the memories I remember most as I run through fields barren and dark.  And now I sit in a heap and weep for what was and pray. The sun…

The clearing of light by Vasile Trif

In the expanse of light The words that molt Like snakes Weave in silence From their own foam The stone of wisdom The one that touches it Without being exhausted Enters in communion With the threshold of the world @Vasile Trif Featured art by Vasile Trif Vasile Trif is a priest of the Saint-Eustache parish…

Ode to Madagascar Almond by Tea Solon

Madagascar Almond, you evergreen shelterof this lowly poet bastion againstblight ether generous giverof unadulterated air your ferocious roots tearthe core of the earth like an Oriental oystersecreting layer upon layer of coats on irritantsto make lustrous pearls so are you sucking outthe dirt of the earth concluding filthy watersthat flood poor homes to grow your…

Lilac and Mint by Jeff Flesch

I walk toward the moonlilac and mint waft through the nighta fragrance bruising my heart, andhard to define it’s you youthat spilled out of the seeds last Autumn and, youspilling out of the nightnow confusion, a mistterrifying and, terribly satisfying I recede, realizing it’s the shape, texture, and tone of your mindI’ve missed all this…

Time Zones by Ali Grimshaw

I run from myselfcatch a corner of feelingaccept this moment of liberation as skin of bruised clouds darkensa prickling tingle goosebumps my armsairwaves gather energy sparks our tilted world revolvesa turning we have neverbeen able to feelyet know as truth a shift occurring between/fromwho are the otherswho are the us we ride around the sunevolving…

Tangled blue by C.X.Turner

lingera little longerin the lake of my dreams morning mistdropletsall the tearsI hide from you tangled within the bluereflecting soul deepmirrored essence we are more than the unsaidyou and i @C.X.Turnersite: site: https://mobile.twitter.com/lover__poetic Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller AuthorBooks:Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic ProsePassions: Love Poems and Other Writings

The Pot by Virginia Mateias

Adam, I’m going to leave you, one dayand this is a warning…You will find yourself alone with your potsalone with your night! Tell me, can your eyes still see me?your hand remains still, like the groundthe bear-like-body, also motionless… and watchanother apple turning red on the horizon! Your hunger needs which food and your thirst…

Head and Heart by Shalini

Head and Heart by Shalinisite: https://poemsbyshalini.blog/ My head and heart are in constant conflict,They pass me messages difficult to decrypt.When the heart wants to philosophize,The head wants to theorize and rationalize. I try to intervene, to find a middle ground,To reach a place and decision that is sound.But, its impossible to find truce between both,Sometimes it seems, they, each-other loathe. When the heart says speak, the head says stop.When…

Hazy Calm by C.X.Turner

Hazy Calm by C.X.Turnersite: https://mobile.twitter.com/lover__poetic through the hourglass of lifeslow afternoons roll by poetic understandingdrops from the sky and time fallsin between rain showershazy calm cleansingwretched soul’s balm refreshing a resolve to move on from goodbye @C.X.Turner Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller AuthorBooks:Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic ProsePassions: Love Poems…