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Thank You, HOTEL by Masticadores: You’re Doing it Again, Ma–Can’t Rest in Peace

Hotel de los corazones rotos–The hotel of broken hearts

Hello, my precious Readers. I’m so happy you’re here. Also grateful to J. Re
Crivello, editor-in-chief of Gobblers & Masticadores, Barcelona, Spain, and
The Hotel of Broken Hearts, for publishing my longish poem in his lovely
online literary magazine.

“No one who achieves success does so without
the help of others. The wise and confident
acknowledge this help with gratitude.”
~ Alfred North Whitehead

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Here’s an excerpt of today’s poem:

ADA'S MONOLOGUE

I saw you doing it again today, Ma– 
that clamming you do with your lips 
whenever I questioned you about Pa's whereabouts.

I'm no longer surprised.
All those times, so long ago--I always knew.

The scent of fresh-cut grass that wafted
from Pa's foamy shaving lotion
was always missing on those mornings.

Ma, you never knew,
but it was that scent that woke me up mornings:
I'd walk to the door ledge
of the bedroom you shared with Pa
and find him standing 
with his long legs sprawled open,
bent at the waist 
over the basin of water,
and looking into the small
oval mirror attached to the furniture.

"Too dainty for a man," Tate once whispered to me
about that furniture, "too much like a lady sort of thing."
And Tate was right...

Dear Readers, I ask that you follow this link to read the rest of the monologue.

This Monologue is “spoken by” a person already buried.
Mine’s not as long as Jonathan Swift Somers’, The Spooniad. His is 2,119 words long
and can be found at the end of the exquisite “Return to Spoon River,” after Edgar Lee
Masters’ eminently creepy 1915 book Spoon River Anthology. A-ma-zing!


Please read my scary-ish poem at Hotel.
Thanks so sincerely.
I bless you and wish you a meritorious Merry November.

Selma Martin
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This Post Has 23 Comments

  1. VJ November 2, 2023 Reply

    What a poem, Selma. Children are so aware.

    1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

      Children are insightful. They pick up on everything
      Glad you read, dear VJ. Blessings on your first weekend in November. Xo

  2. D.L. Finn, Author November 3, 2023 Reply

    Congrats on your poem, Selma xo

  4. beth November 3, 2023 Reply

    Congrats, Selma!

    1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

      Matthew so happy you thought it so. Blessings my friend. Happy Merry November 😜

  6. Michele Lee November 3, 2023 Reply

    That is some memorable storytelling with a poignant message, Selma. Bravo! 👏🏻

    1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

      Michele Lee, my lovely. Happy to know you found it to your liking. Blessings. Be well.
      Saw your gorgeous photos on IG—a true delight. May there be many more.
      Happy Merry November. Xoxo

      1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

        Thanks so much, dear Ingrid. Happy Merry November to you.

      2. Michele Lee November 4, 2023 Reply

        Love your work talented lady! Thank you for appreciating my work. About to post more… 🙏🏻😊💃🏻 Happy November and hugs to you!

  7. Ingrid November 3, 2023 Reply

    A poignant read, Selma! Congratulations 😊

    1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

      Thanks so much, dear Ingrid. Happy Merry November to you.

    1. Selma Martin November 4, 2023 Reply

      Hey, sweets. Yes. I saw the comment. Thanks so much for joining me there. Xoxo ((hugs))

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