Tag Archives: M. J. Iuppa

Unfathomable

She. switched off the lamp and left her mother in the dark. She. didn’t have anything more to say. Her mother died the next day. She. planned the funeral mass, a bit giddy. It was hard to disguise. She. had … Continue reading

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It Won’t Be Long

Another cold morning in December, indigo shadows inch their way to a spell of darkness. I pull the comfort of a new blanket around my shoulders while my socked feet absorb the shock of the slat floor’s constant complaint. I … Continue reading

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This Brief Spell

The moment I saw you walk away, I remembered the silent sweep of a gull soaring overhead, over Ontario’s morning stillness—the sun’s sheer glance off those sharp wings, off your bronze shoulders in step with a shadow that turned slowly … Continue reading

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One Shot

Minutes before midnight, a shot rang out, over snowbound fields, echoing off our barn’s weathered wall and I woke with its blast banking in my ear—its sound tasted like iron—my clenched jaw vibrating, I cried out in fear of who … Continue reading

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Coming Home Late

Tonight, winter’s first chill—shadows, thick as India ink, make the long ride home a calculus of hurry up. The road’s hypnotic black pulls me beyond the city to a rural lane’s obscurity where the only flash of headlights is deer … Continue reading

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A Break in Weather

First autumn morning after a stubborn stretch of summer heat, I drink coffee on the porch, wondering if the magnolia’s pale pink blooms will last longer than a day before dropping onto the strait of yellow grass.                                     No wind to … Continue reading

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Hats, hanging

on the antler rack, hats holding the shape of your head—hats stained with sweat & smell of work, the way you’ve thought it through this life that comes from dirt. Straw hat, cloth hat, checkered hat lost, then found on … Continue reading

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