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 →

Sep
15

The Language of the Water, the Clock, Your Heart, and Her Soul

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 →

Jul
06

Garden of Dreams Is Now on Kindle!

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

Jul
02

Because the World Has Learned Her Name

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 →

Apr
21

Altar of Love

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 →

Mar
31

Chocolate Dreams with Trickles of Cream

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 →

Poems by Natalia Go