Hobble Creek Review
Hobble Creek Review
M.J. Iuppa
End of Summer
         
By dusk, swallows
disappear– the barn door
left open a crack.

Now gunshot
marks distance,
close range.

Estranged hour
each second
a lost eyelash.

Work? Anyplace.
A stand of spruce
wears darkness.

Tongue
against palette
issues

small airs
there, there
consoles loneliness–

the clock’s click,
the moth’s
wobble

going mad
for the lamplight’s
humor.
M.J. Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.
Recent poems in Tar River Poetry, Poetry Midwest, Blueline,
Iconoclast, The Modern Review (Canada), Coffee House (UK),Flint
Hills Review,  Pebble Lake Review and Pearl;  She has three
chapbooks and a full-length collection, Night Traveler (Foothills
Publishing, 2003), and is the Writer-in-Residence and Director of the
Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College.