Thursday, May 28, 2015

M.J. Iuppa- Two Poems

So Many Layers of Gray

Curse me, my thumb bleeds—silver roadside thistle, gone to needle,

pricks a warning—I didn’t heed its message from death.
I didn’t think of prophesy. I didn’t know the rickety door

to this world would bring me maturity.
What else will be mine before sundown?
I stand toothless— my thumb soaks

in my mouth’s comfort.
I think god knows how this ends—
disheveled—dragging  an arm through

a discarded winter coat— I turn

blank face to the countryside burning

in autumn’s fire & think I’m the window

washer’s widow.

I haven’t seen clearly for a year, living
in the dark city of my head.


What You Left Behind

To buy a potted ficus with good intentions,
then leave it happy-go-lucky in a corner of

the living room was hasty.
A month of Mondays, you overlooked
that bit of green languishing in forced

heat— its leaves nearly transparent
in an illusion of itself. You squirmed, seeing
what you had done in the perfect art of

The new tenant threw it away.


Brief Bio:

M.J. Iuppa lives on Red Rooster Farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Most recent poems, lyric essays and fictions have appeared in the following journals: Poppy Road Review, Black Poppy Review, Digging to the Roots, 2015 Calendar, Ealain, Poetry Pacific Review, Grey Sparrow Press: Snow Jewel Anthology, 100 Word Story, Avocet, Eunoia Review, Festival Writer, Silver Birch Press: Where I Live Anthology, Turtle Island Quarterly, Wild Quarterly, Boyne Berries Magazine (Ireland), The Lake, (U.K.), Punchnel’s; forthcoming in Camroc Review, Tar River Poetry, Corvus Review, Clementine Poetry, Postcard Poetry & Prose, among others.  She is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program at St. John Fisher College.  You can follow her musings on art, writing and sustainability on

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