M.J. Iuppa – Foxglove Journal

Human, Somehow – M.J. Iuppa

Still dark, yet it’s morning.

autumn rains have begun.

One day into the next, soon

arctic air will press upon us

and snow will cover cornstalks

with feathers, light and strong

enough to lift in sustaining

wind, like a breath of wings

ascending into a net of

starlings, disappearing . . .

M.J. Iuppa is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program and Lecturer in Creative Writing at St. John Fisher College; and since 2000 to present, is a part time lecturer in Creative Writing at The College at Brockport. Since 1986, she has been a teaching artist, working with students, K-12, in Rochester, NY, and surrounding area. Most recently, she was awarded the New York State Chancellor’s Award for Excellence in Adjunct Teaching, 2017. She has four full length poetry collections,This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017), Small Worlds Floating (2016) as well as Within Reach (2010) both from Cherry Grove Collections; Night Traveler (Foothills Publishing, 2003); and 5 chapbooks. She lives on a small farm in Hamlin NY.

January 29, 2018January 29, 2018 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: air, autumn, birds, breath, creative, creativity, elements, feathers, landscape, M.J. Iuppa, nature, net, NY, poem, Poetry, rain, senses, snow, starlings, US, wind, wings, writing Leave a comment

Along the Way – M.J. Iuppa

Standing squarely on rip-

rap that juts out into Ontario,

like a shaft of a house key

unlocking robust waves

into a spray of silver—

glittering in its arc

that rains upon us

like pure joy.

A moment where

we look up through

the cold air’s brightness

and see the distance

to another country

cloud over with gulls.

We know how

to read this passage

without words.

January 19, 2018 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: air, cloud, creative, creativity, distance, elements, joy, landscape, M.J. Iuppa, moment, nature, NY, passage, poem, Poetry, rain, scene, silver, spray, US, waves, words, writing Leave a comment

Myth-Making – M.J. Iuppa

Seemingly—our canoe slips on-

to the pond’s glassy surface, cutting

an easy wake above the mass of floating

fanwort undulating in the slow rock

& keep of summer —hypnotic in its spell—

a breath of wind, glancing against each

cattail, sways the scrim of privacy—a glimpse

of us paddling in measured strokes to the center

where we’ll sit idle, looking for a sign of life

stirring— a small painted turtle pokes its head

above water & sees us first; then, sinks—

leaving a trail of stars in its descent.

M.J. Iuppa is the Director of the Visual and Performing Arts Minor Program and Lecturer in Creative Writing at St. John Fisher College; and since 2000 to present, is a part time lecturer in Creative Writing at The College at Brockport. Since 1986, she has been a teaching artist, working with students, K-12, in Rochester, NY, and surrounding area. Most recently, she was awarded the New York State Chancellor’s Award for Excellence in Adjunct Teaching, 2017. She has four full length poetry collections, forthcoming This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017), Small Worlds Floating (2016) as well as Within Reach (2010) both from Cherry Grove Collections; Night Traveler (Foothills Publishing, 2003); and 5 chapbooks. She lives on a small farm in Hamlin NY.

September 23, 2017 by foxglovejournal Categories: PoetryTags: canoe, creative, creativity, elements, life, M.J. Iuppa, nature, NY, poem, Poetry, pond, rock, spell, stars, summer, trail, travel, turtle, US, water, wind, world, writing Leave a comment