Incubation

i soak you in pore-bearing and sessile drawn and thirsty dessicated from a dry season ~ you soak my skin in word and verse i am the chalice incurved in your warm hand , The love that surrounds you is the overflow of what is inside you. © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Painting: “Love Yourself” by […]

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Pleiades

rock and sea there grows a tree branches bejeweled insightfully celestial sparks with indigo wings coax the dark into bending things smitten with the weaver of these chromatic birds that kiss my mouth and birth these words . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art by Paul Bond, “The Releasing of Sorrows”

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Azimuthal Projection

crystal and sea the abyssal pressure that forges treasure while charcoal clings amidst the debris churning and groaning for home in me . a paradise dream that carves my striated heart with drops that start from my fingertips drip and prick belly and hips with press flash cool dash relief . each solitary leak seeps […]

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Malleable Memories

     Stiffly pressed with starch and steam, the musty breath of the iron on sheets and brocade pleated to be hung gingerly. Silk embroidery, needles that scar that which is hard to hide, a call for the precise. Crimson droplets from a stuck thumb under the drum of the banging machine are caught in the […]

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Sustenance

“There is Nothing on earth that I desire other than You”. (Psalm 73:25) . Photo: Rose hips from my garden. Good for a citrus tasting tea with a lot of Vitamin C. Everywhere you look, beauty is nourishment. There is only one source. Plants make light sweet.

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Bijou

I am short. That is the ontological truth of my corporeal life. The affectionate jokes abound from the men in my family…pint-sized, economy-size, travel-size, compact, mighty mouse, shot glass, shortie, to mention a few. I often write of beauty and post artwork of images that I find pleasing or provocative. Here is one for you, […]

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Selvage

as swallows who split the air in iridescent sheer the beauty of Love’s essence is what i choose to wear . ©M.G. Iannucci 2018 Our senses evolved for the purpose of survival, light and dark, hot and cold, loud and quiet. Between the extremes lies a brief space of stillness where beauty thrives. What if […]

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Down the Worm Hole

between pixels and polaroids crumpled edges and faded lines they say she is mysterious in a childlike way where blueberries stain her faint laced hem as she traces lines in the amber sand to glimpse the mica shine a mind that wanders and plucks with lack of Zen or Tao or any know-how and that […]

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Fractal Flounce

the horizon clean of thoughts and dreams i take my ease bared to the misted delight of twilight . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo is mine

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Cara Mia

you are, my depth and insight, personified. . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 A rose from my garden.

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