Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

STONE THROAT

STONE THROAT

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Sometimes we learn too late that to love someone is to respect and honor her as well.
MORNING TRAIN

MORNING TRAIN

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


What drives one to close down his life? To mimic God? If we could only scrub those thoughts of despair from their heads!
A PUMPKIN POEM FROM MEMORY

A PUMPKIN POEM FROM MEMORY

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Maybe it was waking up in the middle of the night to the toothless smile of orange Jack on the dresser, but pumpkins always seem to me to have a sad l..