. . . Dug into the dark region
between an old forsythia
and a yew planted to hide
the elbows of rusty pipes,
they risk everything to find . . .
a new communion.
–Excerpt from “Digging Out the Daisies” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). Published in Hawaii Pacific Review and The Cresset.
Salvaged from sand
breath of gods
fizz of Tyrrehenian ebb
and flow warm to the touch
cool on the cheek where
fingers thumbed it smooth
a slow massage of the moon’s hands
in tides talking among themselves . . . .
–excerpt from “Beach Stone, Calabria, Italy,” by Donna Pucciani. First published in Chariton Review.
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