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JoAnna Scandiffio
I don’t write to confess
I ate the apple
or theorize why
rain falls on a sunny day
or bear witness to a young girl
asleep on the sidewalk
without shoes
while all those passersby
eat ice cream
nor do I translate
love as miracle
I write because
my hand needs a pen
to catch my voice
in free fall
About the Author
JoAnna Scandiffio's work has appeared in Calyx, The Poeming Pigeon, Poets 11, The MacGuffin, Italian Americana, The RavensPerch, The Ekphrastic Review, and other journals. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a finalist for the Jane Underwood Prize. Her chapbook Water Is Never Still is available from Finishing Line Press. More poems can be found at her website, joannascandiffio.com.
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