Deborah DeNicola

Rookie - 31 Points (Richland, Washington)

Deborah DeNicola Poems

1. Van Gogh's Room 7/11/2012
2. I Was Looking Into Your Eye 7/11/2012
3. Final Longitude 7/11/2012
4. Mystique 7/11/2012
5. Original Human 7/11/2012
6. First Trip To The Infinite 7/11/2012
7. The Gospel Of Mary 7/11/2012
8. Loving Mark Strand 7/9/2014
9. Lioness 7/9/2014
10. The Tree At Casa Cara 7/9/2014
11. This Morning From The Porch 7/9/2014
12. Paper Fan 7/9/2014
13. The Bath Tub Is Optional 7/9/2014
14. Last Words 7/24/2014
15. Gauguin's Red 7/9/2014
16. The Fallen Angel 7/11/2012
17. Rewind 8/5/2014
18. Magdalen 8/6/2014
19. Eve, Eons After 8/6/2014
20. Let Love 8/16/2014
21. Theresa In Ecstasy 7/11/2012
22. John Baptizing Jesus 7/11/2012
23. Early Childhood 7/11/2012
24. The Persistance Of Encumbrance 4/3/2014
25. Noli Me Tangere 7/11/2012

Comments about Deborah DeNicola

  • Sally David-weinstock Sally David-weinstock (11/16/2013 5:43:00 AM)

    Deborah's poems are intelligent and inspiring. Read The Gospel of Mary and then all the others. Then, online, look up her books- exciting!

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Best Poem of Deborah DeNicola

Noli Me Tangere

There was a presence before the stone.
A pressure so much larger than human
wounds. My mind let go into the crags
of sorrow and I grew
this cavernous heart. It was a tomb
but also a garden.
One is the other
always. The spirit rises. The body stays
and blooms. I took him
for the gardener as the roses were wilted
on the lattice near where he stood.
He'd been broken and nailed
but nothing showed. Not one thorn,
not one bruise. The light stunned,
magnetized me reaching for his robe.
He threw out his arm, a bolt
of lit wires- shocked-I fell ...

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Final Longitude

There are broken rosaries in my dreams.
We are up to our knees in murky water and the rain
has been poisoned, sallowing our skin with pesticides.
All your life you've been immunized from risk, waiting
for the roof to fall. Listen, it's possible the past will always
carry its cross uphill and the future is just a phantom in an evening dress
seen through stained glass. No doorbell, no mail slot will let her in.

The truth is you have only these small moments fallen in your lap,

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