Category Archives: Journals

Grandpa’s Horn

It is not hard to imagine

my grandfather dusting off his horn,

tying a rag around his head,

and donning his white tunic for the procession . . . .

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

 

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All Quiet

. . . I have written painstaking letters in English

and Italian to those with my name,

kidnapped from telephone directories,

who will open my letter one evening . . .

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

Mediterranea: To Eat and Be Eaten

. . . I scan the Mediterranean,

dive into her arms to find

the buried treasure of myself.

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

Chestnuts from Calabria

They journey from hand to pocket,

suitcase to bookcase, leave their footprints

on rooftop and star. They have never been touched

so tenderly before . . . .

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

Please Come

. . . You will sleep your jet-lagged sleep

in a chorus of crickets, listen to the wind

for which our fair city is famous . . .

–excerpt from “Please Come” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani.

Carlo’s Axe

West New York, circa 1922

Retrieving an axe among jars of marinara,

he met the eyes of  the Sicilian thug

with his own steel . . .

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

Inheritance

These tresses love wind, not comb,

quiver like chinchillas, like the tails of piglets . . .

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