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).

The Garage Next Door

No one seems to want it–

the fashionable cruisewear left

when her mother died…

–Except from “The Garage Next Door” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Concho River Review.

Triangles

Todasy the sailboats

wear three-cornered hats,

bobbing on triple-waved seas…

–Excerpt from “Triangles” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Pinyon Poetry.

The Existence of Yellow

Morning touches the city, turns

the blue Hudson into dawn.

–Excerpt from “The Existence of Yellow” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Pamplemousse.

Hunger

The moon consumes first

the white-hot souffle of summer,

then the orange omelet of fall…

–Excerpt from “Hunger” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Cairn.

Luggage

…Perhaps one can learn

to shiver or sweat with grace…

–Excerpt from “Luggage” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in The New Writer.

The Museum of Archaeology

The door opens onto

a dinosaur, medieval fountains,

ancient flutes. Arched silence enters…

–Excerpt from “The Museum of Archaeology” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Wisconsin Review.

Meeting

…We’ve fed on war museums,

the tragic tales of the Resistance

and the Tyrolean dead…

–Excerpt from “Meeting” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016).

Reading Emily Dickinson in Italian

I’m Nobody

at a bookstore in Bergamo…

–Excerpt from “Reading Emily Dickinson in Italian” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in Tribeca Poetry Review.

In Rome

I swim like a fish

through vowels bubbling

in the fountains of Villa Borghese…

–Excerpt from “In Rome” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2016). First published in PoetryMagazine.com.

San Fili

A tumbledown scarecrow

of a town perches on the rock…

–Excerpt from “San Fili” in EDGES by Donna Pucciani (Chicago: Purple Flag, 2022). First published in The Journal.