A Dream of Blue Roses Your pierced hand is a thin embroidery of azure rivers and pain. Adrift in your trembling pulse the ocean-milk of your blood repeats the pattern of rain terse in August and spilling through the underground lode of your veins. This winter the roses are blue, they hint to renewal, to the end of sorrow and waiting: still entangled in sleep, your azure body glimmers with light. Your eyelids of silver resplendent, you’ll wake in the reversed lore of a dawn burning with shimmering light. Federica Santini Federica Santini lives in Atlanta, GA, and teaches at Kennesaw State University. She holds an M.A. from the University of Siena, Italy, and a Ph.D. from UCLA. A literary critic, poet, and translator, her work has been published in over forty journals and volumes. She is a 2021 Desert Nights, Rising Stars Writers Conference Fellow (Arizona State University).
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June 2025
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