I was raised in the shoe family of Januzzi's Shoes. The ditty on the radio in the 80's went something like this: "All over the street, to happy feet. Get your shoozies at Januzzi's."

For some, they put on their writer's hat. For me, I wear my writer's shoes.


Wednesday, October 26, 2011

How to Save a Life


They collected everything
church intercessions
for the poor and the homeless
memorial cards from funeral services

Vatican stamps and mint quarter
collections of all fifty states
a model train of the Thirteen Colonies
illegible notes from a trip to Italy

letters sent home from college
English translations
of notes written in Italian
silver tea spoons from the ’76 tour

their wedding cake topper
her garter belt
the original catering
and bar receipt for $42.oo

stoic Norman Rockwell plates
rosy-cheeked Hummel figurines
newspaper articles
about miracles and saints

but it was children
they collected with the most pride
always bringing them
from faraway places
back into the fold
to a table set for seven

10/15/2011

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Quiet Ripening


Here is the silence

grapes
in their fullness
before bursting off the vine

curdled milk of sheep
sometimes waiting ages
beneath old walnut leaves and ash

olives before October’s press
anticipating goodness
that will ooze
from their inner selves.

the crescent moon
tiptoeing up the craggy shadow
to surprise Mount Amiata

All around, silence

Even the wind
carries the quiet

and brings stillness
to its seat on the window sill.


© Annette Januzzi Wick
Castiglioncello del Trinoro, Italy, October, 2011