Carlo’s Axe

West New York, circa 1922

My grandfather, glowing in white shirtsleeves,

descended the stairs to ground level

where terra cotta tiled the darkness

with the clay of Calabria.

–excerpt from “Carlo’s Axe” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Italian Americana and Pennine Ink.

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Inheritance

These tendrils disdain the sheen of fashion,

curl like spooning lovers, speak the language

of silkworms . . .

–excerpt from “Inheritance” in Ghost Garden by Donna¬† Pucciani. First published in Fifth Wednesday Journal.

Grandpa’s Horn

Marked “Milan” in tiny letters,

with a trumpet mouthpiece stuck

in its forlorn aperture . . .

–excerpt from “Grandpa’s Horn” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Coffee House.

All Quiet

The family tree is heavy to toppling,

but not yet branched with Saverio’s tribe,

save for my grandfather Carlo . . .

–excerpt from “All Quiet” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Wisconsin Review.

Mediterranea: To Eat and Be Eaten

The sea feeds me

her scaled and shining creatures,

offers bitter tea . . .

–excerpt from “Mediterranea: To Eat and Be Eaten” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani.

Video of Waterline Writers!

Donna Pucciani led the group of five outstanding writers in the regular second Sunday reading of Waterline Writers in Batavia, Illinois. Pucciani read from her recent chapbook, GHOST GARDEN, based on her genealogical adventures in researching her family tree here and in Italy. The video of her reading can be found at waterlinewriters.org/video-library/–just click on April 2018 events and her name. Enjoy!

Chestnuts from Calabria

We stop for gas and I gather them,

sweet knobs clustered on the roadside.

–excerpt from “Chestnuts from Calabria” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in The Kerf.