Tag Archives: Stacy R. Nigliazzo

Art

I worry my hands            across the spire of your breastbone,             catch a flicker of breath—                                                                                                 blue hearts and bright sunflowers,                                                                         the handprints of your children. Stacy R. Nigliazzo’s debut poetry collection Scissored Moon was published in 2013 by Press 53. It … Continue reading

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How he told police he found her

                        for D. Her neck was broken when I found her,             arms purple and blue,            skull shattered                                                                                     when I found her,                                     bloody handprints across the vomit-soaked floor—                                                             from the bathroom            to the bedroom—                                                                                                                                                 when I found her—                         siting quietly in a well of … Continue reading

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An Unlatched Square

1. We offered cold cloths for fever,                                                 salt for his throat,                                                                                                 water            for his railing heart—                                     I held out my hand,                                                                                     tucked his hair behind one ear. 2. He slept                                                 before the sun fell—                                                                                     a plastic tube in his throat                                                                                                 so … Continue reading

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Third Shift

We fold his heart into a red crane;                         wring            out                                                                                                 each                                                                                                                                     breath. He waits for his wife in the circle drive,                                                 burns            a cigarette—                                                                                                             witchgrass from a whispering hay hook. Stacy R. Nigliazzo’s debut poetry collection Scissored Moon was published in 2013 … Continue reading

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