Recollected

Dolor squeezes through the cracks

of memory–the career that never was,

the shock of suicide. In the blur

of work, food, sleep, we sigh…

–Excerpt from “Recollected” in Donna Pucciani, A Light Dusting of Breath (Chicago: Virtual Artists Collective, 2016).

Still Life, Twenty-First Century

…An invisible pianist

moves one finger at a time…

–excerpt from “Still Life, Twenty-First Century” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Jogger

…whose belly and jowls

flapped gently as he ran…

–excerpt from “Jogger” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON T HE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Old Together

…Most times we ignore each other,

you at your books, I at my verse,

when suddenly…

–excerpt from “Old Together” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Seeing Clearly

…Now when we kiss

our eyeglasses catch…

–excerpt from “Seeing Clearly” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Your Side of the Bed

…the tall and the short of us,

the snore and the silence,

the kick and the toss…

–excerpt from “Your Side of the Bed” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

In the Dark

The empty nave mourns the end

of light, of flickering warmth…

–excerpt from “In the Dark” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

At the Chiropractor’s

…curl sideways

on a sofa with a handful of pills, curse

the ice pack…

–excerpt from “At the Chiropractor’s” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Bones

…The village is haunted

on moonless nights…

–excerpt from “Bones” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

Crossing Off the Names

…A vague sadness pervades the parlor

as we shake our heads, murmuring…

–excerpt from “Crossing Off the Names” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani

I Lost My Car

…I hung on to my cart, wandering the lot

with vacant eyes…

–excerpt from “I Lost My Car” in HANGING LIKE HOPE ON THE EQUINOX by Donna Pucciani