Saturdays at MasticadoresUsa – A Call for Submissions

Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (an Anthology) – Call for Submissions Hello everyone and welcome to MasticadoresUsa. Saturdays we share with you photographs, inspirational quotes, books, reviews & poetry readings. This Saturday – A call for Submissions With great pleasure I announce that submissions are now open for the anthology: Wounds I Healed:…

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…

Fragments of being by Jeff Flesch

Fragments of beingby Jeff Flesch[author’s site] as our cup fillswith the sands of timethe hourglassherein, may breakinto tiny fragmentsof being,yet you remain quiet,and still,in the all-pervadingknowing,of all that you’ve been shownwhile you continuegrowing. sand may leakhere and there,just like a tearescapesyour heart,and the rainis released fromthe galaxies of space. here andthen gone,present andthen notit’s all…

Falling Starlight Merry Maiden

Falling Starlightby Marry Maidenauthor’s site: https://twitter.com/queenofcups99?lang=en Dragon moon weepson the darker side of midnighttime in a teardropsoftly falling starlight @Merry Maiden ABOUT US  Welcome to MasticadoresUSA. MasticadoresUSA was founded by Juan Re Crivello as part of Gobblers/Masticadores in 2021. Its current editor is Gabriela Marie Milton. MasticadoresUSA features talented writers of poetry and short prose. We primarily publish writers…

Aftermath of love by Punam

Aftermath of loveby Punam[author’s site] We walked miles with blistered feet across the burlywood desert of oppositionand lay bare entwined under thepuce blanket of the firmament You promised me unending sunsets of amaranth velvetinessmagical nights under the jacaranda tree mellowed by passion lazy cerulean days lounged and laughed with gay abandonliquid sunshine afternoons basked and…

for me by Ellie Onka

for me by Ellie Onka[author’s site] eyethorned, clothedfrom mouth to breast,ice deep in the womb / I am death’sostrich. black roses at your feet undonebyparting seaside; I dab the garlandonto your humiliationlike a hand in glove; your breast nightickling the sand womb, tapping in thalassic dance.Why amuse me,you twist the sun blue indigomidday, eaten hibernationfrom…

IN THE HOURS OF CARE by Jay Mora-Shihadeh

IN THE HOURS OF CAREby Jay Mora-Shihadeh[author’s site] in the hours of carea rabbit dodges a shootingand hobbitsinto a hole in the ground grasses burn and pencil a pathcrooked footings landgrounded in sand sun crescents the ridgein orangeglares linger and foragethe forest floorto feast free from famine to full-bellied manhear me now-let the beasts liveand…

Invitation to inspiration by Rachel

Invitation to inspirationby Rachel[author’s site] I invited inspiration to come sit with me in my living roombutinstead she climbed into my mind and poured me a gaze so laced in longingI could drown in that fabric of her eyesand yetI wondered how she might dresswithout her melancholic yearnings and adorations of the moonand sea,and if…

Ghost In The Machine by Swarn Gill

image: Josh Marshall/ Unsplash Ghost in The Machineby Swarn Gill[author’s site] cold titanium, metallic touch,protect from feeling far too muchyour crutch awaken darling, feel this fleshmy hand conforms to yoursour eyes connect by unseen tetherlove dances across the medium laser looks in calculated gazeinformation fills emotionless dayssafety pays I have joys to show you, give…

Am I only? by Ingrid Wilson

Am I only? by Ingrid Wilson[author’s site] As the magnetic resonanceflashes up an imageof zeros and onesconverted to an imageon a computer screenso I can seethe chambers of my brainI ask now ‘Am I only: grey mattergrown complex throughnatural selectionand a million or more yearsof change? Complex configurationof synaptic pathwaysneurons flowinglike the tidefrom positive to…

Gloaming by Jaya Avendel

Gloamingby Jaya Avendel [author’s site] Cuticle hearts shine behind your tearsLanterns on a fog-shrouded moorTwelve bullfrogs under the stileRegurgitate the symphony of their childhood. The stars drip low on staticA dew-frosted peach offers itselfLeave crimson black lipstick stains on the high curveEat only half the moon. Edge’s blur into the horizonWalking the galactic ridges of…

Two Hearts by Phil Perkins

Two Heartsby Phil Perkins[author’s site] She found her heart one day beneath an old sweaterThat was lost in the attic of her yesteryearCollecting dust of memories long forgottenShe took it back for want of love that she found pure Across the sea4000 milesAnother heart did beat In a young manWhose love for herWould make their…

Mulberries in the Piedmont by Bartholomew Barker

Mulberries in the Piedmontby Bartholomew Barker [author’s site] From the first snow meltuntil my coatless hike,I’ve walked under this treewithout noticing its mulberries.I rush to pluck the fruit,ripened purple over a warm night,pop juicy morsels in my stained mouth,gambling on sweet against tart.A mother starling nags from overhead,so I leave a few for her hatchlings—a…

Siren Songs of Rambling Roads by Ty Gardner

Siren Songs of Rambling Roads by Ty Gardner [author’s site][amazon site] The rambling roads are calling home,and the paper trails of prose-poemed passages we vowed to roam echo visions of misted-morning veils o’er mountain valley mezzanines. With hearkened hearts we heed in haste,restless to revel the magic.Longing to drink in the majesty and miracle of life.Anxious to…

Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton

Butterflies always die by Gabriela Marie Milton [author’s site] In times of fortune and misfortune I am always at the mercy of silence. Perhaps because I was born on an island where seldom does anything happen. Yesterday the water and the light invaded my tongue’s buds, and I was forced to look at myself upside…

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…

An Old Beginning by M. Taggart

An Old Beginning -M. Taggart [author’s site] Talk beautiful and watch the world collapse-Humanity disbelieves its current balanceand once again painted prints are unableto cover anything in entirety, so it spreads,unending, as though it has finally foundcommunion in the space inside our heads,where we live while watching our thoughts,and they are indeed beautiful, yet we…

Sad Cafe by Rene Hunter

Sad CafeRene Hunter [author’s site] Autumn leaves have begun to fall.Late October London is ablaze inhues of orange and purple.On my bench by the river I daydreamthat I am an adolescent reptileescaped from Kafka’s Die Verwanlunglaid back basking in the sun.The air is layered in cologne,men do not interest me now. I am content to casually observe.To…