Biography of Gabrielle Martin
Gabrielle Martin Poems
I've a promise of a future laced with elongated vowels and sprinkled with white flurries crystallized in late December air.
A Mid-Morning Wondering.
If you were a lion, would the sight of a gazelle carcass delight or disgust you?
Also Kora, Proserpina, Spring.
There is not a poem for it, and I cannot write one.
Rotten Apple Mood
I'm in a rotten apple mood, and all the pacifying poetry I could write would be in gibberish-
For three years I've bargained rested eyes and sanity for a gram of poetry on the scale.
Circles And Circles
Where it ended was where I began
Do you believe in love? What artist does not
Soliloquy Of Repression
I do not care much to write; soliloquy of repression. The sensation of men
I've a promise of a future
laced with elongated vowels
and sprinkled with white flurries
crystallized in late December air.
No two the same, they say;
symmetry matched but not