Faeder

a good father lives in me untouched by dysfunctional patriarchy. he speaks the truth with impunity, swift justice, and humility. . my souls seeks this brilliance of clarity that points toward relational unity, a consummate spousal fidelity. he leads generations spiritually. . bestowing the light of possibility, the foundation of dimensional being. with a Love […]

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Indisposable

i am not a monetary embellishment or an energetic ornament. i am the compass rose, the part of you that knows, the breathtaking beauty of Love’s generosity. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art by Catherine Jeltes

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Moratorius

inhabiting lifetimes in a single breath, beyond the grasp of birth and death, i exist to wed the foundational energy that forms the sculpture refered to as “me”. . my flesh, Love kneads as it carves its name in my bones, with the deep and reverent tone, a delicate celestial filigree. i am the scrimshaw […]

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Solicitude

i trace the contours of my face in yours. as the music of strings sings of the elemental unity of being. . as the jagged stone, knapped and honed, becomes the secondary structure of form and function, . we are gathered in sustenance, beyond the banality of barbarity at the fierce and brilliant junction, of […]

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Eros

exuded through feldspar the alchemy of rust the inevitable return to dust that scatters in entropy the heat death catastrophe while i burnish the bangles that dangle beneath the strokes of Logos a woman free breast and mind to feed the verse an ornament of time this ether between the walls the cadence before the […]

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The Topography of Clouds

a peace perceived from the lee, in the lucid stream of day, the rolling caress of emptiness, where words simply fade away. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: (mine) Above the clouds over Lake Michigan.

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Eve’s Rib

i purge the travesty that rests inside me, fathered by the after taste of a bleak patriarchy, an idiology i thought i had fought to its conclusion. . the solution only being a walling off of what i never saw. so you point and i seek, the places where love leaks through the fissures, a […]

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Rachel’s Dance

she lived a Love that appeared as poverty, radiant in her simplicity. without a need for heaven, she danced on the points of the diadem. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: A columbine in my garden. The body goes where the soul knows.

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Emulsion

an alabaster fraying, droplets of citrus serum flooded and fierce in their penetration, of an atmosphere sans elation. scent that rouses sensation, the oil of permeation. . i have no need to see or hear. it is the mark of birth that tears the lungs and terminates transition. there is no other ambition than to […]

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Depth Gauge

rescue diver sized me up hooking belt loops, thumbs tucked, . he said,” ya go for the strong ones, the ones who got fight left in ‘um”, . i thought it was cruel. he said, “worried ’bout you?” . cracking a wiley grin, “i see those wheels spin. . babe, just stand up you don’t […]

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