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CHOCOLATE WAS HER FAVORITE
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
Call it my kind of revenge, something deliciously cruel that with one look will break a heart like glass. You need to know why I would scour the hal..
THE LITTLE GIRL IN THE GARDEN
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
I knew her for a little ghost That in my garden walked; The wall is high––higher than most–– And the green gate was l..
BATTLING INSOMNIA
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
The trick of beating insomnia is to go to bed empty-headed. The advice is easier to give than to follow. I know. Many nights I lay there in the dark..
HUNTING FOR PUMPKIN
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
The October plan was simple: raid the pumpkin patch one midnight, unseen by goblins and witches, then in my black get-up, hide the best-looking ..
OCTOBER\'S DNA
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
when the two of us dissected October, thinly sliced away thirty-one layered kaleidoscopic skins of days, we found healthy growth in tissue..
ANOTHER DAY
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
When morning comes, let’s greet the dawn. It matters not how sad the night as long as we can hope for light to see the dew beads on the l..
A MOMENT IN TIME
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
from the celestial throne the Eyes of God behold the blue Earth below where a white dove coos to the world one day peace will come beside t..
Cameo: MATHEMATICS
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
In school I was no great fan Of math. I had to study hard To earn grades I could take home to my parents. They wanted all A’s from me No..
BLANKET
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
Chilled moon with craters Steeped in dark galactic ice Under sky blanket #
HANSEL AND GRETEL
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
Not much is told about the two After a swallow pecked and ate The breadcrumbs they sprinkled Behind them as they walked deeper Into virgin te..
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