“Memories of Louisiana” by Myriam Descendres

Melvin Potier called ‘Melisse’, April 1926 As the evening drowns the last rays of hope over the old mire of those sad waters, Melisse plays the harmonica, lost in his head. Stubborn, he never came out of it since the end of the war. His silence, transcended by the long complaint of the instrument… His…

Saturday at MasticadoresUSA

Good morning/ Good afternoon Welcome to MasticadoresUsa. This Saturday a classic for you: Charles Aznavour and his unsurpassable La Bohème. La bohème, la bohèmeÇa voulait direOn est heureuxLa bohème, la bohèmeNous ne mangions qu’un jour sur deux….Moi qui criais famineEt toi qui posais nueLa bohème, la bohème… La bohème, la bohèmeOn était jeunesOn était fousLa…

Saturday at MasticadoresUsa

Good morning/evening everyone. Wishing you a fabulous weekend. Gabriela Gabriela Marie Milton #1 Amazon Bestseller AuthorBooks:Woman: Splendor and Sorrow :I Love Poems and Poetic ProsePassions: Love Poems and Other Writings

Saturday at MasticadoresUSA – featuring I Need the Autumn Rain by Steve Churchill and Carrie Danaher Hoyt

Hello everyone and welcome to Saturday at MasticadoresUsa. This Saturday I am honored to feature a splendid collaboration between Steve Churchill and Carrie Danaher Hoyt. Steve tells us the story of their collaboration: Having befriended the very talented poet, Carrie (@CDanaherH) / Twitter I managed to persuade her to form a musical duo, which we…

Hitman by Timothy Price

Hitmanby Timothy Price[author’s site] August sixth nineteen seventy oneJulio made his first hitHe was only seventeen at the timeUncle Cicero was too sickHe asked Julio to do the jobA simple job indeedHe only needed to kill a manFor a Coca-Cola you see “But it’s not right to kill a mandoesn’t the good book say?”Thou salt…

Manifestations of Morning’s Sounds by Timothy Price

Manifestations of Morning’s Soundsby Timothy Price[author’s site] Darkness turns to dawnAwakens lifeManifestations morning’s soundsHoot owls hoot from all aroundMotors revved high, speed, gears groundTrain wheels clack Early suits on track  Cock crows three timesBleating beats from goats and sheep GoneThe last vestiges of blissful sleep Up at dawnWith the sun as it yawnsStretching raysInto deep blue…

A Blue Psalm by Timothy Price

A Blue Psalmby Timothy Price[author’s site] Oh Lord? Oh Lord?Why have you hated me?How in my innocenceHave I sinned?To be damned from birthNeglected and abused While you looked onLike I was nothing more Than the Devil’s spawnI am broken so brokenA pile of bones laid at your feetShow mercy, oh LordMold me, reshape me, make me wholeI…