M.J. Iuppa


Only when afternoon’s unfamiliar
light fills the birch with apparition,

with aloofness that shimmers in-
side bare branches, like a caul of

silence that overwhelms us to stand
still within this window frame— this

grip on a life left, unfinished.

M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017).For the past 29 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.