Jul
13

I Cast My Wishes to the Timekeepers

I cast my wishes to the timekeepers
who favored our existence
in the same timelines,
every one of which, I am bound
to find you. … Continue reading →

Jul
13

Woman Against Machine. Spirit Against Rot

I hear the breaking of a chain
not long from the hour
when gold scratches on feather
and the hand lays its claim on the nib
once more. … Continue reading →

Mar
26

Walls in Paper Clips

The walls gave in that night.
The last paper clips holding them together
fell to pieces
in the ocean where the water
didn’t stay wet after hitting the ground.… Continue reading →

Oct
27

Our Evolution as Lovers of Our Ever-Changing Selves

Love evolves, and every day, I find new ways to love the new version of you; new versions of us. A new poem by Natalia Go… Continue reading →

Oct
27

A Safe Place to Snore

Seven billion people on the planet. Only I have the privilege of hearing your snores up close, telling me you feel safe in my arms. A new poem by Natalia Go.… Continue reading →

Jul
22

The Author is Dead

But then, I met you in the passage. You’re still here. And I am reminded that I did not get here alone. Suddenly, the cheap glimmer turns into an aurora … Continue reading →

Feb
24

Tourists in the City of Spirits

The moon was peeking at the turn to the colorful emporium where music played for weary tourists who wanted a piece of the magic. Written by Natalia Go.… Continue reading →

Dec
30

The Colors of the Subatomic Spaces Between Us

Don’t fret. I have seen the inside of the particles that convinced us we are matter. I saw the colors of the subatomic spaces between us, and I guarantee we are brighter than the stars. … Continue reading →

Oct
30

Every Sweet Return

Sometimes, passion is wrapped around silence. And fervor is weaved into the veins of steady breathing. There is music in the stillness… Continue reading →

Sep
28

If I Could Bottle the Entire Universe

If I could bottle the entire universe to show you the magnitude of your touch’s impact on everything that breathes when it lands on me, perhaps you will understand how the colors in the visible spectrum came to be… Continue reading →

Poems by Natalia Go