This is a collection of poems I have enjoyed very much. Each single piece is like the free flow of the waters of a river. At times the waters run crystal clear when the persona of the poem shows determination to unmask the truth of a life too much based on money and appearances in… Continue reading A Review of My Posey Taste Like: The Paradise Lost Edition – A Book by Alexandra Naughton
My breathing into the worldcollapsed two years ago when our common lights and desireswere smashed against the darknessof prison cells and constant repression.An army of police could seize the ballots,beat us up, we peaceful voters,we would fall but stand up again:1 d’Octubre, ni oblit ni perdó,October 1, no oblivion, no reprievefor those who strangle democracy.Today… Continue reading My Breathing into the World
One of my poems has just appeared in the September issue of TheBezine, dedicated to social justice. I strongly recommend you this publication and its participating poets. Please read my piece here.
I want to love you Though the distance burdens me. Our intellects melted, Attracted to each other. I see you do need me As a rock to hold on to. And I receive your waves As they crash on me. Yet I do not mind the erosion For I am pure resilience When I feel… Continue reading The Resilient Rock
It is an honor to share with you all this essay written by my husband. Sergi and I hope it helps clarify certain issues that have remained veiled too long. View original post here: http://sturiella.blogspot.com/2019/08/californias-christening.html © 2019 Sergi Turiella Gómez and Marta Pombo Sallés
A long time ago I got used to living with My open wounds, The last withered while I was staring at the sunset In the middle of the fog. Yes, you told me so many times About your suffering, How your heart shrunk Fisted in bleeding red While your eyes tasted The salt of the… Continue reading When Silent Love met with Boasting Vanity
You climb the ladder of my thoughts and yet flowers repent time spent because your action comes too late.You’ve destroyed a magic garden. Perhaps you’ve done this half unconsciouslybut my body and soul are nowthe recipients of a million woundsthat will conform a landscape of scars. There was a time when I believedthe voice of… Continue reading The Inner Voice of Delusion