FYI–an excellent lineup of five writers last Sunday night, of which I was honored to be a part. Great crowd, wine, craft beer and delicious snacks from local artisans, and fascinating costume exhibit in an elegant space. I was happy to read from my seventh and most recent book, EDGES (Purple Flag Press, Chicago 2016).
For those who missed the reading, all videos are posted on waterlinewriters.ort/video. I am second on the program with poems on special people, living and dead, who influenced my life. Thanks to AnneVeague and Kevin Moriarty for again providing a wonderful venue for artists of all stripes. Definitely a class act!
The 3rd Sunday night readings will resume after a much-deserved summer vacay for the staff and many volunteers who make these events such a success. Be sure to “friend” Waterline Writers on fb and social media to receive postings of future happenings.
Just above the Cyclops Restaurant,
up stone steps smelling of eucalyptus,
broods the bookstore, breathing the decay
of tarnished roses pasted under the noon rain.
Inside, life is made of words . . .
–Excerpt from “Booksellers, Taormina” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Gradiva.
The gray ghost
tumbles from oak to buckthorn
in search of berries, now
a silent troubadour in the linden,
hanging head down and alert
from the bat-house . . . .
–Excerpt from “Squirrel Moment” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Iodine Poetry Journal.
I swim like a fish
through vowels bubbling
in the fountains of Villa Borghese.
My tongue grows consonants,
coins in Neptune’s bath, my lips
become fins in the Trevi . . .
–Excerpt from “In Rome” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in PoetryMagazine.com.
The hills have buried the day
in this nondescript dawn. Stillness muffles
even the language of sparrows in the hedge.
The paving stones are damp with dew,
and ivy shakes on the wooden fence.
Blackbird, where is your song?
–Excerpt from “Blackbird” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Arts Review.
. . . Somewhere else people are dying,
but here, the living are lifted
into the morrow, turning down
their beds as lights go on all over
the city where Dante dreamed
of Beatrice on his way to Paradise.
–Excerpt from “April in Florence” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago 2016). First published in Summerset Review.
. . . a celebration of absence, the narrow shift
between dark and dawn, alleluias found
in a crevasse of infinite light.
–Excerpt from “Easter Vigil” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Evansville Review.