Storm, with Fruit

That first electric flash

splits past from present,

lighting the violence of time.

My father died ten years ago today.

I’d seen him just a week before,

a shriveled apple in a wheelchair….

–Excerpt from “Storm, with Fruit” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, 2013). First published in Gihon River Review.

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