Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

SIX-WORD MEMOIR

SIX-WORD MEMOIR

A Story by Salvatore Buttaci


I hate it when children say, "I didn't ask to be born." I want to shake them and ask, "Life is that bad?"
SONNET TO A LONELY TREE

SONNET TO A LONELY TREE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Thoreau said we need to fine-tune our hearts to nature. Amen to that!
THIS VILLANELLE WHILE WAITING

THIS VILLANELLE WHILE WAITING

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Poetry forms like the villanelle give poems a glass in which to pour words and emotions.
A TRIBUTE TO SUPER HEROS

A TRIBUTE TO SUPER HEROS

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


How many civilizations were lost by a word unintended or ambiguous? I come to praise language, not to bury it!
IF IT'S YOUR BODY, TAKE CARE OF IT!

IF IT\'S YOUR BODY, TAKE CARE OF IT!

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


We've heard the old argument, "It's my body!" Often the person making that insistence believes it's a body he or she can mistreat, but who ..
STAYING AFLOAT

STAYING AFLOAT

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


The worst kind of death is the death of love, for there is no crueler grief to overcome.
NIGHTTIME WISHES

NIGHTTIME WISHES

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Does the insect, the star, the tree, the human all share a common language within the core of us?
FUGITIVE

FUGITIVE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


When I was a boy who delighted in reading books, I wished I could be outgoing like my classmates. When I grew to be an outgoing man, I missed those t..
IN THE FINICKY LIGHT

IN THE FINICKY LIGHT

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


A summer scene chances are we won't get to see or understand.
GRIEVING

GRIEVING

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


If love is what makes the heart afraid, then grief is the object of that fear.