Hobble Creek Review
What I Like about Spring’s Full Moon
Are they birds or fish
in these nets of moonlight?
~ Pablo Neruda
is how it rises up, letting a rinse
of gauzy clouds pass over its face
without blotting out its soapy light
that drips into silvery nets & spills
upon indigo waters– anchored by
glass fishing floats, shimmering
in the haul of a thousand running fish
that burst into flight– igniting the sky
with its steady whistle of fireworks.
Finding the Right Word
Is it true that sadness is thick
and melancholy thin?
~ Pablo Neruda
In morning‘s brash light, ragged
trees shiver in the wake of brute
winds that erased every foot-
print curdled in mud. We live
in a place where anything can
happen, and it does as certain
as the hawk stabbing its mark
in the desolate field– its long
shadow arched over the mouse,
dead or alive, shredded in time,
like our losses when words begin
to matter, when it is impossible
to remember how we survived
before our hearts shuddered.
M.J.Iuppa lives on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario.
Her most recent poems have appeared in Poetry East, The Chariton
Review, Tar River Poetry, Blueline, The Prose Poem Project, and
The Centrifugal Eye, among others. Her recent poetry also
includes a chapbook, As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing,
2008) and a second full length collection, Within Reach, (Cherry
Grove Collections, 2010). She is Writer-in-Residence and Director
of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher
College, Rochester, NY.