Herding Hens

we determine our future with each fleeting thought. though mine tend to scratch and scatter,  digging in the slippery grass. with apron outstretched, i try to ease them back through the gate. but they rise and race randomly, incessantly attempting to flee the coop. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Maremma Guarding Chickens

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Beautiful Blurry Moon

You sent me a picture of the moon over water Or I thought it was over water, but it was just blurry And I wear glasses Or I should wear them, but I don’t Unless I absolutely have to, like when driving Or reading the fine print on medications Both of which can be hazardous […]

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The Stature of Love

I want to be a serious poet But I am short Quite short And I refuse to wear heels But in flats I look cute Adorable even Which makes it worse…   Maybe if I wear black? But that’s not my color Because I am an autumn Or something Orange like a pumpkin? Not happening… […]

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Polished Nails

I only paint my toe nails The color of blushing cheeks. Usually not my fingernails Which everybody sees.   Except I suppose for spies, With their satellites spinning ‘round. I heard they can see the sidewalk curb And each leaf that’s on the ground.   Do you think they would be curious, If I stepped […]

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Open Doors and Open Hearts

Once I left the front door wide open all day, And nothing was stolen. What is it with me and leaving things ajar? Especially jars, and Zip Lock bags, and Tupperware containers, That leave a drippy mess coagulating on the refrigerator door.   Cabinet doors, which someone inevitably slams. The trunk to my car, which […]

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