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).

Rockery

The gardens have squandered their riches

on an early spring, and now lie withered

and spent. The heather, of course,

still laughs . . .

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

Dahlias

How I needed those deep colors

turning to the sun, breaking through

the pinpoint English rain . . .

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

Robin

A great flash

of pentecostal wings…

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

Noncommittal

Tonight Jupiter will rise

to the upper right of the moon,

and tomorrow, Venus will join them.

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

Grapes

The grapes are heaped

in a glass bowl, green,

red and bruised purple . . .

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

Only because

At night the Dipper is empty,

holding nothing but a void

of stars.

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

The secret of stillness

is elusive,

how the lilies cling to staunch stems …

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