Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa

    Gweneira The cards flock her windowsill open-mouthed; sing of one hundred years’ turning. She flips the white sheet back with a fairytale number collects family, in groups, spangling the hospital ward. Her blue eyes hold a watery gaze. You’ll have to come and see me. In drifts, she was born. Over the next field, her father had lambing —small new lungs spiked green … Continue reading Two Poems by Suzanne Iuppa