Tag Archives: Christ


At the Church of the Assumption

in a small town in Italy,

the heart of the Madonna glows purple,

bleeds red among her blue robes.

Her cloud-puffed feet ascending,

she will soon vanish from view

to become one with the God-child

whom she bore, wept over,

and sought at the empty grave . . . .

–Excerpt from “Assumptions” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016).  First published in North Dakota Review.


Easter Vigil

. . . 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.