Category Archives: Books

A Walk in November

This morning we took

two turns around the block,

grateful for the sun cutting

the frozen lawns into pieces.

The unexpected frost reddens

your ears. It’s time to put away

the baseball cap for something more

substantial . . . .

–Excerpt from “A Walk in November” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Chaffin Journal.

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Padre Ernesto Peels an Apple

When Padre Ernesto peels an apple,

he looks at it carefully,

noting color and texture.

He gives thanks.

–Excerpt from “Padre Ernesto Peels an Apple” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago 2016).Published in Portland Review, Tipton Poetry Review, and Voices in Italian Americana.

Eyes

The photo of Nonna in the hall

shows full-face her hawkish visage,

the wrinkled tissue-skin, kinky hair

braided around her shrunken head,

mouth folded inward where

teeth used to be, and, dominating all,

riveting bird-eyes sunk in a pale skull . . .

–Excerpt from “Eyes” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). Published in Front Range Review and Atlanta Review.

Dust

. . . Books, clothing, seaside

souvenirs, and blankets

smelling of the sickbed

huddle in black plastic bags

at the curbside like strange

animals awaiting rescue.

Every hour the living

flee to the kitchen for tea.

–Excerpt from “Dust” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Ambit.

A Trinity

Three friends of mine

got chemotherapy today. Their cancers

emerged in vital organs last spring

like psychedelic mushrooms visible

only on magical screens aglow

in the dark of diagnostic imaging.

–Excerpt from “A Trinity” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Urthona Magazine.

Other Houses, Other Rooms

Little doors are opening

in my past houses

all over America —

Jersey, the Bronx, a rambling

rental in Ohio, a brick

bungalow west of Chicago.

Other people live there now,

walk from room to room . . .

–Excerpt from “Other Houses, Other Rooms” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Summerset Review.

Something to Hold

Humans silhouetted

in yellow squares

of window-lit offices

and row houses

will buy a bit of lace today,

a book, a loaf, some little game,

to console themselves . . .

–Excerpt from “Something to Hold” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Clark Street Review.