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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