Category Archives: NYC lesbian poet

Video – Nov. 22, 2019 reading at Bureau of General Services – Queer Division

I’m honored by Don Yorty who came to my reading on Nov 22th and who has graciously added a video of me to his blog.

Vittoria repetto reads from my fingers wonder

 

 

 

 

a found poem via facebook pics

polar skeletons

wander thin ice

soon a drowning doom.

droughts

and elephants die;

dry meat in the sands

for scavengers.

in venice,

the aqua alta higher

than the rubber boots

usually worn;

waist high now

w/ sewage,

pieces of lives,

history,

culture rotting

but wait

a rich tourist

gets a louis vitton bargain

manages to hold the shopping bag

above water,

they will count their possessions

as together we all rot.

 

 

Friday 11/22 Linda Whalen Quinlan & Vittoria repetto read at BGS-Queer Division

Friday November 22th at 7pm – LGBT Community Center, 208 West 13th Street (between 7th Avenue and Greenwich Avenue) Room 210
Suggested donation of $10 – no one will be turned away for lack of funds

Linda Whalen Quinlan will read from her poetry book, Chelsea Creek which won the Wicked Woman Poetry Competition.
Long-time LGBTQ activist and poet, Quinlan grew up the daughter of union parents, a factory worker, and a carpenter. As the lesbian mother of two sons, Quinlan explores issues of gender and motherhood while also observing the particularities of the past and present cultural landscape.
“Linda Whalen Quinlan renders the rough terrain of working-class New England with a lush beauty that pulls no punches, letting the brute hardness of a place and its people coexist with longing and love, finding the tenderness hiding inside tragedy,” PEN Award winner Michelle Tea said of Quinlan’s work. “I love these poems.”

Vittoria repetto will read from her first poetry book Not Just A Personal Ad and from her second book My Fingers Wonder which is not yet published.
Her poetry paints unforgettable moments within unforgettable scenes and casts an unapologetically direct and witty eye on life’s complexity
Poet and reviewer Rigoberto Gonzalez wrote in the Lambda Book Report about Vittoria repetto’s first full length poetry book Not Just A Personal Ad , “Poems of intense sensibility and gorgeous imagery are a rarity these days; but this book of verse by a distinctly working class, distinctly lesbian, and distinctly Italian American voice is a must for all readers of good poetry.”
Vittoria repetto hosted the Women’s/Trans’ Poetry Jam at Bluestockings Bookstore from 1999 until 2018 and was the vice president of the Italian American Writers Assoc from 1991 to 2016.

Poem: l’rondini di framura (the swallows of framura)

up from africa

for the season

to feast on insects eating orchid fruits

and to hatch their babies

under drain pipes

and the corners of tunnels.

peaceful jets,

they pitch,

roll,

glide,

and float

down narrow sloping streets

and circle ancient towers.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

 

poem: the protector


after mamma died,

nonna would sleep with me

in the big bed

in my parent’s apt.

dad coming home

after the restaurant closed

slept in my old bed.

as a teen

i wanted my own space

but had none.

i sometimes woke nonna up suddenly

as i in an adolescent sex dream

grabbed her.

and in the summer,

she liked the a.c. high

and i didn’t.

years after she died,

an old friend of nonna’s told me

nonna had heard

of widowers taking their daughters

and though she thought

dad was not the type,

she was going to make sure.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

poem: summer 2014 – chinatown park

80 degrees

and the water games begin:

ballons and space guns

block vs block,

girls vs. boys,

b ball team vs. b ball team

run, throw, retreat,

repeat.

in their enthusiasm,

they rain

near misses on the daily bench sitters.

an old chinese woman,

resting from her collection

of discarded water bottles,

yells her distain.

©- 2014 – Vittoria repetto

Poem: day off – edge of columbus park

where i sit in warm weather
having bought brown rice for the sparrows only
read and watch
old chinese
hunt for empty bottles to redeem,
tourists – some looking lost,
nicky- a homeless woman from nigeria
who calls me mum and sits for awhile
refusing addresses for shelters
but will offer me some of her mango,
people tossing bread for the pigeons
some pigeons with missing toes or feet
having escaped traps
that would have made them dinner,
the black buddhist monk
with wisdom in his chosen name
walks around them
as they eat

@2013 – Vittoria repetto

Poem: 2013 gay pride parade

1.
a quarter to 4
and my section is still waiting to move
too many corporate floats
in front of us
wanting our busness
the price of acceptance

2.
i watch a baby butch baby femme couple
dressed almost the same
but different.
the butch balances the femme
as she somersaults
in her arms.

@2013 – Vittoria repetto

Poem: announcement in the sistine chapel

like the voice of god
from a speaker on high
a women’s voice
tells the crowd
it’s not permitted
to take photos
this god speaks in italian, french and english
when she speaks in german,
her voice is a man’s

@2013 – Vittoria repetto

Poem: the universe likes a good joke

years later
after a childhood
of watching him ignore my mother
walk away
as i held her in my arms
during her fits
the universe plays a joke
robbing him
of his memories of his mind
making me
his caretaker

@2013 – Vittoria repetto