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| ***BIO*** Author of the chapbook, “After Dinner Mints” (Foothills Publishing, 2005), Maria Lupinacci is a Pushcart Prize Nominee whose work has been featured in Poetry Superhighway, Tryst3, VLQ-Verse Libre Quarterly, Lily-an On-line Literary Review, Erosha, Poetry Life and Times, and various other in print and electronic publications. She is a member of the New Jersey Poetry Society, Inc. and the Delaware Valley Poets, Inc.
Ms. Lupinacci is a Certified Massage Therapist, Reiki Master and an Integrated Energy Therapist who currently resides in New Jersey. Contact her at agni614@optonline.net or visit her website at www.marialupinacci.com |
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| by Maria Lupinacci |
| In the house, the room reeks of Camphor,
the walls are copper. Theatrical to a degree but not fully, not in the true essence of the theater, its complete exaggeration, scenes recreated and dramatized. There is a poet I am reading-- he is fighting Jupiter, playing a Gypsy’s Cello, strumming symphonies in allegro-- uninhibited, possessed Demons are a state of mind he quotes. I believe him. We all have our moments-- light and dark, the forever parable pressed into a page to later become a rotted rose marking the time we once lived. And on this, we build futures, drink sour wine and recite Rimbaud. The rich embrace us for our expressionism, the beauty of nakedness; smoke plumes rise from our feet to cleanse their skeletons-- they think us gods. Love, loss, existence: the devil dressed in black tie, limbs and mouth flaring, innards worn as sequins to dress up some whore’s poem whose life breeds realization. Somehow it all leads to deliverance. |
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| Sept. 2005 |
| 48 |