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M.J.Iuppa

Espresso

Morning
can be
that fair
sun

shining
through
the blinds,
polarized

blades of
light sur-
rounding
you like

a mother’s
order to rise
& shine,
or else.

M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm, near the shores of Lake Ontario.

M.J.Iuppa

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

from this—
which is full of
occupation—

this lifetime,
waiting

M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of lake Ontario.

M.J. Iuppa

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

The Procession

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

Still Life

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).