Code Blue by Francisco Hernández

Picture taken from Pinterest. Emotional pain, by Helena Wierzbicki Day in day out, empty halls slowly crowd,Hollow faces filled with sorrow, feebleHope’s that tomorrow. I hear them whisper,Like shiv’ring flowers in the wind, like ants Marching into burrows. It hurts me notI tell myself as time ticks tactlesslyIn numbers. Oh God! it hurts, it hurts,…

I care… by Quinny Martínez

Picture by Tim Okamura taken from Pinterest Time has been necessary; now I care, I care more than yesterday. Now and here, from the navel of the diaspora, everything matters more to me. Now I look at the mirror and I don’t compare myself with others… There is nothing more beautiful than delving into the…

On a roll by Jorge Aldegunde

Picture by Lee Bretschneider (die portraits) taken from Pinterest What are the odds, then? Quite as expected, I dozed off while reading through the dense material. I had only fifty minutes left for the test when I woke up. I took five to shower; only two for breakfast. I strode to get to college, which…

You… by Mbaterry

Tree You, who were and are a woman, submissive and rebellious at the same time. You, who have fought against great dictators but in recent years –disillusioned with your own ideals– gave in and handed them your power. You, who knew both resistance and surrender. You, who belong in a long line of tribes ruled…

Introducing… Bogdan Dragos

Bogdan Dragos Today we are pleased to announce a new collaboration in Gobblers: Bogdan Dragos. The author has kindly accepted to answer a few questions about himself. Thanks for joining and welcome aboard! Q: Do you have a favourite book? If so, which one?A: Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. I won’t say it’s the greatest…

The image of Lola… by Quinny Martínez

Picture taken from Pinterest After closing the drawer, he climbs totally naked under bed sheets, holding the photograph in his left hand. His right hand wraps his penis in subtle up and down movements, and his eyes are fixed on the image of Lola. The moan begins to become strident as he babbles phrases of…

The Scarlet Kiss by Francisco Hernández

Afremod, Leonid – Bull Fight Hail art! the throng chants in ecstasy.The earth trembles under your feetOh great Dionysus, you make heartsMerry and kill the pain of the mind. Nothing like it, man and beast, faceTo face, sniffing death to the boneIn a scarlet kiss, religiouslyEngrained in tradition—sacred. Death dances and prods and draws blood,The…

Proud to be politician by Jorge Aldegunde

Picture taken from Pinterest Job seeking is tough business, even in my legendary occupation. Those times when the sad countenances of mourning relatives and friends would behold each of the undertaker’s doings with sorrow and serenity are long gone. Crisis has taken a deep toll in our sector: human genome sequencing and anti-ageing treatments have…

The mantis waits… by Quinny Martínez

Picture taken from Pinterest Like a spider weaving, sitting in the shadows waiting for its «prey.» She is patient, knowing that rushing in things of love is not good. She is used to deal with feelings. Spring has come into her life once again, every year around this time the same thing happens. April condenses…

Body visibility (synesthesia) by Mbaterry

Onfire That night he gave off a sweet smell of cotton candy. His hands tasted like caramel and his voice, deep and masculine as ever, felt like a garden of Eden in which God had regained confidence in humanity. He was a miracle. A Halley’s Comet that passes only every 70 years. Northern lights in…

A reunion by Jorge Aldegunde

Picture taken from Pinterest Unearthly colours begin to show in the sky. So far it seemed just another dawn, albeit bizarre northern lights –of an intense bloody red– are gloomily taking over. Many have come out just for a last chance to meet. At first, they would only speak in subdued whispers, but these have…

Ache in my bones by Rita Simson Fernandez

Picture taken from Pinterest There is a rising ache, a mild rumbling between my bones, my heart may not know  it’s nearing a heartbreak, doom comes unannounced, but I have shattered enough  to recognise the signs of  throbbing wounds; the kind  that slowly drowns you, fill your lungs with  festering memories, similar tragedies, for the…

Anxiety… by Quinny Martínez

Picture taken from Pinterest Trembles barely approaching her; he has never been able to contain the nerves that shake him like a maraca when he is in her presence. Her tiny waist makes his eyes jump from one side to the other, turning his libido on. The swaying of hers carries his head from side…

Prison bird… by Mbaterry

Cat’n’cage So… you want to hear it? Ok. I’ll say it. I killed him. And I dragged his heavy and hard corpse to the basement. You should have seen it. After several days, his body began to decompose. The worms went in and out of the pores of his skin as if his body was…

Introducing… Mbaterry

Mbaterry Today we are pleased to announce a new collaboration in Gobblers: Mbaterry. The author has kindly accepted to answer a few questions about herself. Thanks for joining and welcome aboard! Q: So, who’s the woman behind the profile ‘mbaterry’? A: To be honest, I don’t even know myself. Terry is someone I am still…

Sound of injustice by Rita Simson Fernandez

Picture taken from Pinterest Sometimes I ache to write about  the blood of children mixed perfectly  with wet earth until their wails  chime well with the wind in our ears  as it whoosh past us and all we hear  is the rustle of delicate leaves while remnants  of pain and terror get lost in the…

The heir by Jorge Aldegunde

Picture taken from Pinterest Those fools keep stalking me. I fear they find out where I live and show up at my place to sniff around with their lofty noses. They are but a bunch of spoiled, greedy kids who failed to make a living by themselves and resorted to their rich mum when in…