Uncharted

there is no path. the cracked  parchment map has been burned  for warmth. . an integrity  roots down  inside of me, splitting the foundation of reality, and the closer i lean  into vast creativity the less i see  of the seen. . what is a personal life? this illusion  of privacy, a false secluded vulnerability, […]

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Belle

palms wide, a balance of night, when breezes burrow  the deep sheltered hips  of  trees. . a firefly tumbles in artistry of trapeze, breath and sleep, as tendrils weep when stars boil blue. i pour peace  out for you. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Blue

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Gratia

When love is true,  it knows no option  for failure. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: House of Maria ZA

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Labor Pains

a garish wind  tosses ground to sky, and i consider layers  unleveled  and thrice turned, a compost of human work reversed. . a woman gives birth to future earth and timeless soul, gathering threads into tapestry, this new weave a foundation stone i offer to you, river-smoothed. . our only work, to hollow the cirque – to give, […]

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Profiles

when my body is sculpted, an image of animus woman-soul, then you might choose to embrace me. . what percentage am i of the inner which is sought, as i work for the perfect trim of curve and circumstance? . we co-create and so i wait, loosed like a tendril of my hair. if you desired me […]

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