Scopello, Sicily, 2018
No street signs, only switch-
back roads rising to blind
turns spinning us down
dusty corridors walled
by cacti and sprays of
fuchsia, not knowing
what lies ahead is
a cliff hanger:
blood orange sun
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.
order to rise
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm, near the shores of Lake Ontario.
Glancing Out the Window
Again and again, now
more frequently, I think
about death and how
it will have me un-
aware of its intention
to take me away
which is full of
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of lake Ontario.
Another New Year
No snow to speak of on the city sidewalk, or
ice for that matter; only a black Mercedes-Benz
with tinted windows pulled tight to the curb
where a lately bagged Christmas tree waits
to be picked up.
M.J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.
M. J. Iuppa
When the police escort revs his motorcycle,
the hearse appears weightless, drifting
on route 19, followed by a single car
with its lights off.
M.J.Iuppa‘s most recent chapbook is Between Worlds, featuring lyric essays, flash fiction and prose poems (Foothills Publishing, 2013).
M. J. Iuppa
There is an art to passive living: stay here.
M. J. Iuppa‘s most recent chapbook is As the Crow Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008), and her second full-length collection is Within Reach (Cherry Grove Collections, 2010).