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Dawn

came blundering in today

through rain-battered sills,

shutters banging in the violet night,

and the fists of half-closed clouds

pounding the windows . . .

–Excerpt from “Dawn” in Edges by Donna Pucciani (Purple Flag, Chicago, 2016). First published in Stride Magazine.

Gone

The storm blew in when we least expected it.

An early darkness swiveled the leaves

in purple silence. When the lights flickered,

a sudden rush of rain framed the still life

of tree on car.

–excerpt from “Gone” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in Imagination and Place Anthology.

Weather

Tonight thunder hangs on the sky

like God’s underbelly.

We soon forget the deep rubbings

of crickets in the scorched night

and God becomes kabuki

in a white mask . . .

–excerpt from “Weather” in Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox by Donna Pucciani (virtual artists collective, Chicago 2013). First published in America.