Gabrielle Gladstar : Writing

It was like in a movie

It was like in a movie

A Story by Gabrielle Gladstar


There you were . . . for the first time in 25 years … standing in the hallway where I work, smiling with your dark glasses on,..
haiku

haiku

A Poem by Gabrielle Gladstar


counting syllables sounding out words in my head a kind of madness
old soul

old soul

A Poem by Gabrielle Gladstar


You already know …The Wisdomlies deepbelowthe surfaceOf immediate and intense feelingsOf judgment and separating thoughtOf nega..
incarnation

incarnation

A Poem by Gabrielle Gladstar


I love you friend, brother, lover fellow Soul Searching Self You and the..
For The Birthing Mother

For The Birthing Mother

A Story by Gabrielle Gladstar


I approach your bedside, your face twisted in agony.Gently I place my hand on the full, roundness of your belly as it tightens relentlessly.You say, &..
A Fairy Tale?

A Fairy Tale?

A Poem by Gabrielle Gladstar


My Prince is poison. Not the apple, a symbol of some other Morality lying unbitten on the floor by my side. ..
the past

the past

A Poem by Gabrielle Gladstar


"that's way in the past" she said, "I'm over it now" NOW seems like forever present moment ..
Holidays vs Holy Days vs Wholly Dazed

Holidays vs Holy Days vs Wholly Dazed

A Story by Gabrielle Gladstar


I have never been a fan of Christmas. It lacks congruency for me. I used to think something was wrong with me; everyone getting so..