Tag Archives: human condition

How Language Lives

. . . During the long summer days,

the language of the sun

illuminates the human species,

sparked again in love affairs, birthing pains,

the lifelong counting of money,

the last flight of the sparrow.

–Excerpt from “How Language Lives” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016).

Still Life, Twenty-First Century

A music book lies open on the piano.

A hundred years ago,

there would have been a vase of flowers,

fruit in a bowl, or a carafe of wine,

but now only a cup of coffee . . .

–Excerpt from “Still Life, Twenty-First Century” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013).

Seeing Clearly

Now when we kiss

our eyeglasses click.

this is a function of age.

I have become even more nearsighted,

you, farsighted.

You hold me at arm’s length,

peering across the silent fires.

–Excerpt from “Seeing Clearly” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Clark Street Review.

Your Side of the Bed

It’s time to rotate the mattress.

Your side is well worn

from the gravity of heavy sleep

whereas mine has only the barest

outline, my small frame

pressed into it invisibly  . . .

–Excerpt from “Your Side of the Bed” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in The Christian Century.

Perchance to Dream

So this is how the mind goes,

one fuzzy item at a time,

the lint of life floating through the brain

like so much snow, a certain stillness

at dawn.

–Excerpt from “Perchance to Dream” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

Waiting for Surgery

Tonight the world smells of smoke,

vinegar, rust, ripe pears, ancient herbs,

the spices of chrism.

The moon’s thin blade

wants to slice me in half . . .

–Excerpt from “Waiting for Surgery” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Journal of the American Medical Association.

Malaise

Carmen’s cough

is persistent and dry.

Her husband Pasquale

has high blood pressure

and bad digestion.

Her brother in Naples

is riddled with cancer . . .

–Excerpt from “Malaise” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Metamorphosis.