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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Simulacrum

false origami, invariable pinwheel where furtive hope drapes. cast the shadow that marks time, from silence, my love escapes. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Two varieties of mountain laurel from my garden 

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Forgetful

flicker and drop a mere impression your smudged fingerprint imprint on the fabric of time selvage aligned against pulls and frays sum of gravity and spin ensure the journey is punctuated water droplets flung on a sunrise sky remember . you become  the sum of all your  misgivings . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Forget-me-not flowers from […]

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A Cold Shoulder

Down cocoon, pillow under her head, another against her back; cushioning against the harsh  touch of a bare shoulder  against cold plaster. . The release of hair from the night braid’s captivity, brings a small comfort, as it swings across her shoulder blades  – flicker of a cat’s tail, soft. . And the crows preen  the […]

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Dressing in the Dark

 i fish  in the lingerie drawer for the black stockings  i know by their silken feel. sirens drown in the river, and I dress in the dark, even though I do not have to anymore. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Woman Putting on Black Stockings by Pierre Bonnard (1900)

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