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Strong Bread

by (author) Giovanna Riccio

Publisher
Quattro Books
Initial publish date
Apr 2011
Category
General
  • eBook

    ISBN
    9781926802350
    Publish Date
    Apr 2011
    List Price
    $4.99
  • Paperback / softback

    ISBN
    9781926802343
    Publish Date
    Apr 2011
    List Price
    $16.95

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Description

These elegantly crafted works of social and psychological realism, counterpointed with expressionistic and surrealist textures, employ a language teeming with images, ideas and rhythms. This versatile book of travel poems, portraits, a long dramatic monologue, epistolary, and catalogue pieces will leave the reader emotionally and intellectually gratified.

About the author

Giovanna Riccio is a graduate of the University of Toronto where she studied philosophy. Her poems have appeared in national and international journals and magazines as well as numerous anthologies. Translations of her poems have been published in Italian, French and Romanian. She is the author of Vittorio (Lyricalmyrical Press, 2010) and Strong Bread (Quattro Books, 2011).

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Excerpt: Strong Bread (by (author) Giovanna Riccio)

Mondays in Hell Talk about smoldering, the nun compressed and cool in her de rigueur habit, face ?ushed from Sunday fever. Heat, radiant in open palms sparking through “ngers extended towards us. Hell “re “ickering at our low-grade fear at temptation fueled by the weekend’s ?eshy pop stars and trashy movies, hormones bumping against dressed-up lies and unclean soul-charring touch. Sister Noel crackling into spontaneous combustion, Christ inciting her “re tongue as she, “ushed with desire for only Him, weaves between desks, Dante branding the air the Inferno’s low-bottom hiss of spirits banished into eternal exile from God’s love. Oh Jesus, deliver these fools from their carnal ends. And we, pleated skirts hiked high despite demerits, hearts “aring over the face of our latest crush. More than one of us had lost her bra in charged afternoons playing hooky with bad-boys who hadn’t even begun their ascent over Satan. With puppy love’s lava thrill girding our loins we weren’t budging, God’s love” Yes! We wanted it.