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Poets

M.J. Iuppa

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. 

Recent chapbook As the Crows Flies (Foothills Publishing, 2008) and a second full-length collection, Within Reach by Cherry Grove Collections, 2010.  A forthcoming prose chapbook Between Worlds will soon be available from Foothills Publishing.

She is Writer-in-Residence and Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor program at St. John Fisher College, Rochester, NY.   Enjoy her blogsite, (A)stray: One Poet's Conversation.


 ►  M.J.'s microchapbooks & selected poems are available below.

Origami Microchap

Selected Poem(s)

Everyday, Relief  

Cover: Captured by Jan Keough
 
Some poems in this collection
have been previously published.
 
Every microchap is available
to download for free.
 

Relief

Rising from bed, the shape
of sleep stays curled in
sheet & pillow comfort—

still warm—begging
you to come back to this
perfect fit.
M.J. Iuppa © 2017

 

 
 
Cover photo from
rumroadravings.com
 

Snowdrops

Having no hope of spring, I
trudge along a snow-packed
sidewalk with my head down,
careful not to catch my boots
in an icy crack.

 
It’s April Fools and this morning’s
bluster of snow isn’t a hoax.

 
Another day of dreary, I think
wishing I were defiant as snowdrops
sprung open like safety pins left
beneath a small yard’s ragged
evergreen.
M.J. Iuppa © 2014
(First published in Ealain)

The Night's Discrepancy
 
 
Cover art: Coyote Paints the Night Sky
Yonaka-Yamajo—The Web
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Acknowledgments
One Star ~ Brevity Poetry Review
Quiet ~ Cyclamens and Swords
The Night’s Discrepancy ~ Northern Cardinal Review
Gazing up ~ Three Line Poetry

Bereft

All night the drone of the highway schooner
scraping black ice off country roads floats

in unsteady light and swirl of snow colliding.
How can weather be scoured away when

a blue mist sulks for hours in the orchard,
lingering over tracks of deer and opossum

that have uncovered icy windfalls?
To survive, one must be aware – coyotes’

glossy breath staggers beneath pines–
their baleful cries echo– rungs of sound

climbing higher and higher. . .
What’s missing? A soul’s departure

only noticed by one of us.
M.J. Iuppa © 2014

 
 
Cover Art by K. Iuppa
Audio Version of "Howden Pond"
read by M.J. Iuppa

Acknowledgments
"Howden Pond" - Curio
"How Clouds Don't Look" - Brevities
"It Seems So" - Le Mot Juste
 

Howden Pond

Asters, clusters of trembling stars
flourish near the water’s lip, coaxing
those drowsy bumblebees
to mine the last of autumn’s nectar.

Mesmerized by how deeply they delve
into ripeness– how their tongues insinuate
love–my heart’s pang, wondering
which will survive?

M.J. Iuppa © 2013

 

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