Donna Pucciani
Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, was born in Washington D.C. and grew up in the New York City area. She earned a Ph.D. in Humanities, with a specialty in Music, from New York University, and taught in secondary schools and colleges in the East and Midwest for several decades before retiring to write full-time.
About Donna Pucciani
Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, was born in Washington D.C. and grew up in the New York City area. She earned a Ph.D. in Humanities, with a specialty in Music, from New York University, and taught in secondary schools and colleges in the East and Midwest for several decades before retiring to write full-time.
Her poetry has been published on four continents, translated into Chinese, Japanese, and Italian, and nominated a number of times for the Pushcart Prize. She has won awards from the Illinois Arts Council, the National Federation of State Poetry Societies, Poetry on the Lake and other organizations, and served for a dozen years as Vice President of Poets Club of Chicago, a group in which she is still an active member. Her books of poetry include Chasing the Saints, To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn, Hanging Like Hope on the Equinox, A Light Dusting of Breath, and Edges, as well as several chapbooks. Donna Pucciani, Poet
Books by Donna Pucciani
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Padre Ernesto Speaks — poem unrhymed
Donna Pucciani, a Chicago-based writer, has published poetry worldwide in Shi Chao Poetry, Poetry Salzburg, Li Poetry, ParisLitUp, Acumen, Journal of Italian translation, and other journals. Her seventh and most recent book of poetry is EDGES.
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A Boy — poem unrhymed
"...His wispy Spanish accent alights like a butterfly on the living room furniture—..."
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Horses, Oldham — poem unrhymed
"...manes waving in the wind like laundry or random angels..."
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Accident — poem unrhymed
"...a special love for survivors of everyday woe,..."
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The Whispering Pines Motel — poem unrhymed
"...I doubt a lover’s tryst ever happened here..."
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Recurring Dream — poem unrhymed
"...my Italian grandfather, a carpenter from Calabria, built this house..."
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Eyes Wide Open — poem unrhymed
"...found here in the wakening light..."
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Glorified — poem unrhymed
"...A window into heaven is opened only by death..."
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Pandora Speaks to Shepherds and Kings — poem unrhymed
"...hearing voices, seeking their source..."