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Gabrielle Myers

Gabrielle Myers is Sicilian American writer, professor, and former chef. Her memoir, Hive-Mind, details her time of love, awakening, and tragic loss on an organic farm. Her first and second poetry books, Too Many Seeds (2021)and Break Self: Feed (2024), are published by Finishing Line Press. Her third poetry book, Points in the Network (2025), and her fourth poetry book, Go Forth: Lose Yourself into Life (2026), are both forthcoming from Finishing Line Press. Her poetry has been published in the Atlanta Review, Evergreen Review, Adirondack Review, San Francisco Public Press, Fourteen Hills, pacificREVIEW, Connecticut River Review, Catamaran, Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, Sand Hills, Cathexis Northwest Press, Folio, and American Poetry Review. Gabrielle is the Farm-to-Fork columnist for Inside Sacramento magazine: https://insidesacramento.com/sacramento-dining/farm-to-fork/ Access links to her memoir, poetry books, farm-to-fork articles, published works, and interviews through her website: www.gabriellemyers.com

In the Al-Zahra Neighborhood in Gaza Strip, October 19, 2023

She walks through slim space between two buildings
                   Blown to large slabs of posts, shattered beams, rebar rods,
                        Bent window frames devoid of glass. As if parting broken concrete pieces
Of her neighborhood with her hands, walking through
                   Land mines with her feet, she makes her way closer
                        To the camera, wires and plumbing pipes poke her ankles.
Like a concrete iceberg, one building’s rubble leans
                   Towards her gaunt torso, her head protected by her scarf’s thin veil.
She once protected neighborhood children from bullies, drunk fathers, angry mothers.
                   Now in her vulnerability, she walks towards our end.
                        Sunlight enters like slivers through bomb smoke,    
                                    Calls her and us towards what we can make
                                                From devastation’s detritus, our war’s residue
                                                            Haunting us to recreate each other.


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