Transitions

curves of coastline entice me in infused with jasmine on the wind all i clung to now rescinds as thirteen melodies soothe and ease my bruised internal skin . there is nothing here to be forgiven as i leave behind what is nonliving to join the fearless i will stay a particle at play in […]

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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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Artesian Form

sorrow the saline bead trickling past stones lining a deeper well tracing the creases where love once stood watching itself fade like the bleached moss soft fronds clinging to light’s faded angles the echo that presses toward the convex blue as laggardly i sink. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Water Well in Bha ini Sahib Lu […]

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Death and Lettuce

She said the doctor  smelled like Death  and lettuce. Not dead lettuce, that is a different texture  all together; But crisp, raw green, watery, sweet, warm in the sun –  Lettuce. . And Death thick quilted air, wet wool coat, rotting tomato split wide and oozing seeds, frothing  like shaving cream black stubble slain on […]

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Charles Island

There is an island Where the egrets nest, Wild, white ornaments In flight, Yet gauche on the graceful Curves of the branches. . It is here that my hope resides, It’s cacophonous call, Carried to me By the on-shore wind. A cackle that cracks And slaps over the waves, Streaking my cheeks With the sputum […]

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Infinity

Twenty-five pigeons were teetering On a swinging jump rope, Tails asynchronously bobbing. Strange, these marbled pebbles, Trained to fly in circles over the intersection, Where I wait at red lights.   A cigarette is thrown out the window, Orange sparks extinguished by a tire. The sun sinks into the deep end. Thoughts about us and […]

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