Fusion

she ignites the earth belly, mouth roof pressed tongue, her banked fire, a scintillating smoulder piercing the mounded ash. a descent into being, he who is wrapped in her mantle, will be one who perceives  in the dark. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Fire

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Transmutation

scraps of silk layered on the cutting room floor, pill box hats in stacks with pins to penetrate any guise. and i,  toyed with wooden beads  that slid through my fingers with the crack of an abacus losing its count. her feet pressed the pedal, the needle hammer roar of machine and fabric fusion. . […]

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Swept

i left parts of her drifting on the tide, pieces of the relational, emotive and sensual, buried beneath the silt of the mudflats. naked and blind, mole rats and side winders hear her breathe in infrared plumes. coins in the well, words strewn, never to be bartered, but to be burned beneath a full ash moon. […]

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Species

stars pirouette, as i dig a heel  into a mossy cambium and grow as they do, knitting my roots  with yours below the humus. a crumbling human humility, gap junction stability, where gratitude and poison  flow equally. the state of each bound cytosol determines the future for us all. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Enchanted Forest 

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Spilt

ideologies spin under the gaze of a singularity. i thought  i had inherited their destiny,  to be wrapped in the muslin shroud of obscurity. mummification turns  the unnecessary to dust, and the gyroscope  rotates in place as i cut my teeth  on the foggy film of attachment. with gentle hands,  i release the persistent narrative about what life should be […]

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