A Classics student from Montreal, Canada, Luigi Monteferrante moved to Italy to write. His first novel was
followed by a 3000 km North American book tour on a Vespa scooter. Short stories published in Chicago
Quarterly Review and Happy. Since completing his second novel, "Life During Wartime" in the fall of 2007, he's
been writing poetry. In 2008, his work has been published in Neon, Kudos, Poesia/Indiana Bay, poetryreading,
Yellow Mama, Wordslaw, Sonar4, and Poet's Ink Review. Luigi is also Italian co-director of Summer Literary
Seminars: www.sumlitsem.org. HQ is a seaside B & B for creative spirits: www.villamonteferrante.com.
followed by a 3000 km North American book tour on a Vespa scooter. Short stories published in Chicago
Quarterly Review and Happy. Since completing his second novel, "Life During Wartime" in the fall of 2007, he's
been writing poetry. In 2008, his work has been published in Neon, Kudos, Poesia/Indiana Bay, poetryreading,
Yellow Mama, Wordslaw, Sonar4, and Poet's Ink Review. Luigi is also Italian co-director of Summer Literary
Seminars: www.sumlitsem.org. HQ is a seaside B & B for creative spirits: www.villamonteferrante.com.
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Before cameras made
Pictures instantaneous
Development took a fortnight
Where we were
A village by the sea
Things happen
Each day and minute
So imagine
What might happen
In two weeks
Fifteen whole days
The subject of the pictures
May vary and change
The relationship
Between you
The photographer
Or some stranger
And schoolmate
In a week
There's time aplenty to
Draw near to someone new
Out of the picture
At the time
Move away
That's one big promotion
Whatever the deal
It's so long
Goodbye
I'll be back
And the house was empty
The furniture gone
The clothes packed
As you extracted the pictures
Wondering
What went wrong
No forwarding address
And you were alone
Spiteful
You sighed
To me
They're like dead
You flung the pictures
Like stone on a lid
They landed to the floor
You exited
Left open the door
It was raining aslant
The pictures a-floating
Your hand a camera lens
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Before cameras made
Pictures instantaneous
Development took a fortnight
Where we were
A village by the sea
Things happen
Each day and minute
So imagine
What might happen
In two weeks
Fifteen whole days
The subject of the pictures
May vary and change
The relationship
Between you
The photographer
Or some stranger
And schoolmate
In a week
There's time aplenty to
Draw near to someone new
Out of the picture
At the time
Move away
That's one big promotion
Whatever the deal
It's so long
Goodbye
I'll be back
And the house was empty
The furniture gone
The clothes packed
As you extracted the pictures
Wondering
What went wrong
No forwarding address
And you were alone
Spiteful
You sighed
To me
They're like dead
You flung the pictures
Like stone on a lid
They landed to the floor
You exited
Left open the door
It was raining aslant
The pictures a-floating
Your hand a camera lens
Cover
Luigi Monteferrante
