Category Archives: Poems

How They Sing

…Carmen’s favorite is “Moon River.”

I have written the English words for her

on a scrap of paper

which she keeps in her purse. . . .

–excerpt from “How They Sing” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Quantum Leap.

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Meeting Cousin Franco

. . . Another Frank, my father, swam the Hudson River

as a boy, Ellis Island reflected in his dark eyes. . . .

–excerpt from “Meeting Cousin Franco” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Saranac Review.

 

Phoning Pasquale

. . . I have phoned a stranger to search for ancestors.

The telephone becomes a bird settling on my mouth,

delivering from its beak the cosmos

in the voice of a man. . . .

–excerpt from “Phoning Pasquale” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in Wichita Falls Literary and Art Review.

In the Library

. . . It is 1903, and I conjure the seed of myself

stirring in my grandfather’s loins, the invisible

genes of his heart and hands and blood . . .

–excerpt from “In the Library” in Ghost Garden by Donna¬† Pucciani. First published in Seems.

The Documents

The paper becomes their skin, their scribbled hair

the sea, the spaces in between their toothless mouths

widening  like the dark valley below the Pollino . . . .

–excerpt from “The Documents” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in nebulab.

The Geography of Nonna

Nonna’s Italy boasted laundry on the line,

sheets slung over the balcony, streets rosaried

with stones, tavernas . . .

–excerpt from “The Geography of Nonna” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in nebulab.

Ghost Garden

. . . More often you come at night,

hover at the window,

your visages dangling like dead balloons.

–excerpt from “Ghost Garden” in Ghost Garden by Donna Pucciani. First published in nebulab.