GRIEVINGA Poem by Salvatore Buttaci If love is what makes the heart afraid, then grief is the object of that fear.
ice shards in the heart a hollowness of bone an absence of light unending night stone-sharp tears trapped in the throat cutting to shreds the flesh of lean words © 2008 Salvatore Buttaci |
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Salvatore ButtaciPrinceton, West Virginia, WVAboutI live in West Virginia and have been writing and seeing my poems in print for the past fifty years. I also write short stories and articles for publications. In the early part of the new year 2010,.. more..Writing
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