Tag Archives: summer night

Waiting for Crickets

. . . If blood were magic, it would

conjure your serrated wings

grinding like small gears

in the tropical dark,

a rumor of alleluias.

–Excerpt from “Waiting for Crickets” from Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Off the Coast.

Louisiana, Night

Here dusk never cools the air

while rocking the cradle of earth

with the loud lullaby of locusts.

–Excerpt from “Louisiana, Night” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in New Laurel Review.