Dwelling, Here – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Dwelling, Here At evening, in the lush cornfield alongside our farmhouse, the mask  of light becomes another shade of indigo, and those green tongues    begin to stir, whispering loud, and louder still, like a crowd of people  standing too close to each other. The loneliness of this hour, even   among unison, among luster,Continue reading “Dwelling, Here – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

(Out)look – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

(Out)look How do beads of rain stick to windows? Each droplet contains eyes Looking inside of this room’s confinement. Outside— spring isn’t hard to distinguish. Red-wing blackbirds bath in a pool of light. Inside— silence hums hypnotic. .  M.J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 31 years, sheContinue reading “(Out)look – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

“Things Are Not Always What They Seem” – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

“Things Are Not Always What They Seem” —after Aesop Things are not always what they seem Pine smoke and sealed cells and honeybees Carrying saddlebags of gold that gleam Things are not always what they seem Hidden beneath a mask of decay Lies the substance of a Queen’s delay Things are not always what theyContinue reading ““Things Are Not Always What They Seem” – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

This Wasn’t What I Thought – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

This Wasn’t What I Thought Not orange leaves, but wings called wanderer—black-veined brown found resting  on winter’s lawn. Perfectly still— this monarch blends in. No harm done, in spite of its weight; its barbed feet anchored to sand. Left untouched, meaning this wasn’t what I thought— that I have never truly understood how insignificant deathContinue reading “This Wasn’t What I Thought – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

Epiphany in January – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Epiphany in January Do not be enamored by blue skies and fast-moving clouds, and sun glittering on white-capped waves swelling over the pier’s jutting stone. …………………………..Nothing survives its place—sand lies strewn upon wind- licked grass— & tucked among ruffled turf, dandelions lift  their heads to weather’s warm confusion. And, you are struck by wonder, steppingContinue reading “Epiphany in January – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

In Pursuit of Flying – a poem by M J Iuppa

In Pursuit of Flying A girl races down the sidewalk, dragging her stick across bars of sunlight streaming through the neighbor’s slat fence, like music, her shadow dancing in & out of time’s blank space— that reckless moment held up to history’s sudden humors, knowing her body could vanish into deep silence—our hearts hoping toContinue reading “In Pursuit of Flying – a poem by M J Iuppa”

Precision of the Minute Hand – a poem by MJ Iuppa

Precision of the Minute Hand The dark of October carries my darkness in an empty birdcage, in not saying a word to air that whispers incessantly, just below my ear— dark face to face— I can’t look in- to the eye of waking in the scent of camphor & cedar— the fate of keeping somethingContinue reading “Precision of the Minute Hand – a poem by MJ Iuppa”

How It Is – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

How It Is ~ Galway Bay, 2019   What passes here—unseen until the noon sky opens up to an uncharted sea   Cumulus clouds suit a restless crowd, sailing over an endless beach   that’s eclipsed by a horizon veering North into fog’s cold   Vacuum of faith, seized by a current of wind, exposesContinue reading “How It Is – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

Purple Finch at the Garden Feeder – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Purple Finch at the Garden Feeder Scamp of a bird …………….once seen, rarely forgotten: head …………….dipped in red table wine— birthmark …………….that won’t fade. He picks his favorite seeds …………….& pitches the rest, letting them fall among snow’s ……………………..flecks of light & his shadow ………super-imposed …………………silhouette— …………………head tipped back, trilling spicy whole notes, brighter thanContinue reading “Purple Finch at the Garden Feeder – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”