Saturday, November 19, 2011

The loop

Diaphanous as breath,
the present won't apologise:

it's filled our eyes with endless
replicas of circles,
left us frozen
in the twitch of noon.

Freedom used to be a pier
to the horizonless;

now it clings to
stillborn reveries

at the confluence of our words.

Copyright©2011 Anna Piutti

Saturday, July 16, 2011


Leashed conscience,
tacit sutures,

chinks of liquid evenings
in the hallway.

Throbbing steps -

the furious chase for morphing light
has thrown the night off balance.


by the gaping white,

I turn and realize

the void
is double-sighted.

Copyright ©2011 Anna Piutti

Thursday, March 24, 2011


I woke with a start.

Delirious clouds were
shedding decades
down the branches
of an overpass.


the asphalt hissed;
the ether twinged,

and time caved in.

As breath welled up,
the ebbing sun imploded
into heaps of
crumbled laughter.

Hints of stifled sentences
with saffron undertones.

Clouds of
fractured echoes

in my throat.

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