Saturday at MasticadoresUsa

Hello everyone and welcome to MasticadoresUsa. Saturdays we share with you photographs, inspirational quotes, books, reviews & poetry readings. What about a French poem? There is no French edition of Masticadores so I thought I would bring to you Le Déjeuner du matin, by Jacques Prévert. Jacques Prévert, Le Déjeuner du matin Il a mis le caféDans…

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…

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…

MasticadoresIndia will be born on September 1!

I have left the ad for the day before I go on vacation, and I take great pleasure in communicating it. From the hand of Terveen Gill, it will be edited from the city of Chandigarh which is an acronym for Chandi and Garh. Chandi refers to the goddess Chandi, the warrior form of the…

Masticadores INTERVIEW: Ty Gardner

«My interest in creative writing and storytelling stemmed from countless hours engaging the fantastical and mysterious from a young age». Masticadores.- Why do you write? Spelling, reading, and writing have always been inherently fascinating to me. My interest in creative writing and storytelling stemmed from countless hours engaging the fantastical and mysterious from a young…

Memories Buried in a Box by Joni Caggiano

Memories Buried in a Boxby Joni Caggiano [author’s site] I am the seasoning in your food, infused with blood-tinged lovegrave diggers plow a hole into my left eye, now crossedblack memories are buried there, along with my visionlifeless in a woeful, cardboard box, are my wedding ringsmy father’s voice chasing me, calling me a whore,…

At 4 am, You Call Me Into Waking by Tremaine L. Loadholt

At 4 am, You Call Me Into Waking-Tremaine L. Loadholt and it isn’t odd, this iswhat you’ve done for years–awaken me from deep sleep . . .I allow it.there’s something about yourraspy voice at this hour,something about the breathsyou take that make mebe still and listen.I love the world aroundwhat we’ve built.we have a common…

Books of old by Jorge Aldegunde

He’d find that large, heavy door locked only too often – so he tried not to raise his expectations and, most important, remain unheeded as he went up the long flight of stairs. The adults were engaged in commonplace conversation down below – probably over his grandma’s aromatic, boiling tea and spirits. Quite as usual,…

Dear you. by Quinny Martinez

Dear you. Here he comes, his name is passion, featuring love, a new beginning, am awake. I was waiting for the right moment, decided to speak out loud and confess, no more boundaries. Dear you. I want you to listen carefully. My feelings aren’t right according to society, but I don’t care. Dear you. the…