Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

THOSE LITTLE GUYS IN ROSWELL

THOSE LITTLE GUYS IN ROSWELL

A Story by Salvatore Buttaci


I have this theory...
LESSONS OF REGRET (An Italian Sonnet)

LESSONS OF REGRET (An Italian Sonnet)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


What goes around, comes around.
I HELD MY TONGUE (A Spenserian Sonnet)

I HELD MY TONGUE (A Spenserian Sonnet)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Oh the words we should have said! They seem to come too late...
ADROIT IN SEDUCTION (A Petrarchan Sonnet)

ADROIT IN SEDUCTION (A Petrarchan Sonnet)

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


The Don Juans of the world play at their sport until they are too old and then too lonely.
A THREAD PULLED FROM MY PALM

A THREAD PULLED FROM MY PALM

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


How easily we can become obsessed!
WE SEND THEM OFF TO WAR

WE SEND THEM OFF TO WAR

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


We send soldiers off to war to preserve our freedom, but often they return home unable to transform themselves back from the military beast they are t..
DOWN UNDER

DOWN UNDER

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


It's sad to realize there are levels of society and few care enough for the one on the bottom.