Tag Archives: M. J. Iuppa

All the rain I have dreamed,    all of its steadiness, its down- pour squeezed from swollen    clouds sweeping low—rushing quicksilver—a thousand pings    of light, of dark water trembling in its blunder—    my words curl up like garden snails balancing on … Continue reading →

In this age of the Ash disappearing, we are stunned by the wood’s unrest, seeing the multitudes leaning, side by side, like refugees reduced to lines, collapsing in- to each other, and nothing can be done. No wind, or rain, … Continue reading →

Low tide, end of May, Sligo’s “shelly” river reveals its catch among rocks & reeds. Gulls drift lazy overhead—stillness trembles in shallows below—a flicker is enough to ignite hunger in one gull descending to pick the river’s pocket—fish or eel, … Continue reading →

            ~ Glencar Valley, Ireland, 2019 Fog in the valley, then searing sunlight. A bouncy lane to a glacier lake. Water without wind, a slow-moving sky. Remote—impression of Alps—a raven watches us—glistening in this vastness. M. J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection … Continue reading →