Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

A RECORD OF SEPTEMBER 3, 2008

A RECORD OF SEPTEMBER 3, 2008

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Just one more ordinary day...
PROMISES WE MADE (A Glosa)

PROMISES WE MADE (A Glosa)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


I miss Sylvia Plath. I wish she could have found some small reason to remain in this life.
THE LONELY (An Aragman Poem)

THE LONELY (An Aragman Poem)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Loneliness is curable, but the medicine is hard to find.
HOMELESS HANNAH

HOMELESS HANNAH

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


We who have a place to live, food to eat, have compassion for the homeless, most of whom are not to blame.
THE SKY IS FALLING

THE SKY IS FALLING

A Story by Salvatore Buttaci


Will some tomorrow's people look up at the sun and mourn?