October 31, 2012
by Luciano Iacobelli
I was a child with little to say
my thoughts and words added nothing
to a world already complete
but in grade school
I ate a piece of chocolate given to me by a kid
who laughed when I swallowed it
ha ha he said
I gave you poison
and you’re gonna die
I believed him
despite assurances from others
that the boy had played a trick
I trembled and waited for my blood to freeze
and even though it never did
I feared the death inside me
a lazy snake
sleeping in the shade of my organs
and so a little piece of candy reversed me
drew my eyes in towards my own workings
made me wordy and thoughtful
with a longwinded hunt
for a scaly darkness
at any moment
This poem was published as part of Luciano Iacobelli’s collection,
(Quattro Books, 2012). Painting Circles
January 8, 2012
End of the Line
Luciano Iacobelli is a poet, playwright and visual artist. In 1986 his first play, The Porch, was staged in Toronto. In 2000 he founded Lyricalmyrical Press, a grass-roots publishing company specializing in handcrafted chapbooks. More than 80 books have appeared under this imprint, many by very young writers whose work he has nurtured throughout his career as a creative writing and literature teacher at SEED, Toronto’s oldest public alternative school. Author of 7 chapbooks, The Angel Notebook, his first full-length poetry collection, was published in March of 2007 by Seraphim Editions.
December 16, 2011
Yannos Ritsos 1909-1990
In the white egg,
a yellow chick
a blue song
The new moon
hides up its sleeve – you saw it? –
Naked, astride an elephant,
the moon crosses the river.
Dewdrops shimmering at its feet.
Guatemala, Nicaragua, Salvador.
Where did so many bodies go? On a tree, wind-swept,
a pair of worn trousers.
Where is the time to light a cigarette,
to look at a star, to speak with a turtle,
to scratch your nose, and fart?
Seek not, want not, be not.
I bite – he says – a bitter apple.
They tagged you an illiterate, those idle bureaucrats.
Unaware how on arid islands you memorized
the twelve Gospels of the Struggle.
August 22, 2011
In a Corner of the Sky
shuts her bleary eyes.
wants to paint the night
(In the fir trees on the mountain:
Federico Garcia Lorca 1899-1936