M. J. Iuppa’s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past twenty-nine years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability, and life’s stew.
Placing my hands around a ripe, sun-soaked
tomato, I feel its four chambers—muscle that
counts beats in leafy darkness before I tug &
twist, teasing it out of its wire cage without
causing a rupture that bleeds—sad paradigm
of touch gone too far.
I know it’s risky—this breathless act
called harvest, where I find myself
submerged in dry heat, heeding
cicadas’ deafening decibels as I
measure this protected heart
that’s ready to burst.
Missile Hymnal Amulet
Poems by G. F. Boyer
These are poems of survival—especially survival of religious indoctrination. At the same time, these poems celebrate a rich natural world: the physical and sensory world of plants, animals, and insects; the innocence and presence of nature; and even an animism that overpowers Christian fundamentalism and the increasingly revealed indifference of God. Through it all, time, aging, and dark humor provide a strong pulse, saying life will go on with or without us. The title’s missile, hymnal, and amulet represent the three sides of this conundrum, as rage, beauty, and love interweave in these crisp and incisive poems. “That’s how bayonets are made, you say. The wound is triangular and doesn’t heal easily.”