Expectations – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Expectations — after Clock with Blue Wing, 1949 Marc Chagall A woman, with a wide-eyed stare, stands in night’s open doorway, watching the sparks of fireflies rise above the village’s clay roofs into the skies of Scorpius. She looks and looks and looks, with her arms holding herself still in the intimate hour of tenContinue reading “Expectations – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

Shadow & Bough – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

Shadow & Bough Behold— the space between shadow & bough where two red pears sway in ripeness— hidden in thick green leaves swelling inches above my head— like all temptation is a two-handed plot of rustling the goods with- out disturbing the balance of bodies— I know how to pivot, reaching deep into that spaceContinue reading “Shadow & Bough – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

On the Brink of Tomorrow – a poem by M.J. Iuppa

On the Brink of Tomorrow                                         Howden Pond, Hamlin NY   Leaning on my cherry-switch walking stick, looking beyond yellow reeds and pearly everlastings, the pond’s   depth has shrunk, revealing its puckered banks where belly tracks of beavers have worn a path to their estate   of young poplars that satisfy their hunger, reducing  trunksContinue reading “On the Brink of Tomorrow – a poem by M.J. Iuppa”

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”