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 →

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 →

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 →

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

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 →

Listen
to what the water tells you
when it sates the parched
parts of your soul,
when you think the world
has left you
and the leaves begin
to fall. … Continue reading →

Natalia Go’s second poetry collection, Garden of Dreams, is now available on Kindle! It includes sonnets and poems turned into songs. … Continue reading →

She gave me two little bow ties topped with pesto; from her fork to my mouth, it was delightful and fragrant like her hair after a shower.… Continue reading →

When you laugh, the prisoners of hell can’t help but play heavenly music, an orchestra of tortured souls getting a taste of what it is to be pure. … Continue reading →

How it shook as I licked the sweet taste off my lips; how I sucked the last drops from the frosted Boston cream.… Continue reading →