Moonscape

you raise your voice though i did no wrong but i will sing the sweeter song tethered to a solitary beam the well of Souls will shelter me . ©M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art: Nightscape

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Edifice

i tear at the structure splitting fibers for the mirror the upward climb against age and grind it was my kind who slammed rivets in to earth skin barefoot on the girders of a younger time . and still i do not know the serpentine flow that heals my aching spine your touch on the […]

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Outsourcing

i venture behind your eyes to find mine in the groaning din and drumming fingers of confusion a stimulating static just below the diaphragm this diffuse particulate atomizer of emotion drawing in the disembodied human . i am the breeze of rolling mist baptizing sun and storm in the midst of blood born of bone […]

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Saprophyte

those of us with rippled wings born of hesitation to fly the inelegance an anomaly of reticent feathers devoid of sky and yet the desire to transpire tips sun-petals and never dies but lies hidden beneath cryptic energy that turns spurn to fuel within this milieu in cavernous depths were death is bereft of its […]

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Steadfast

the true bloom does not shun the Sun and she turns inside when night arrives . Photo: Water lily from the pond where my son and I go to watch the turtles swim. . ©M.G. Iannucci 2018

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Siren’s Song

sometimes you have to let him go to battle his pride with Calypso . A “spiritual wife” understands that there are energies that lie beneath every story. Her inner man needs the hunt, the conquering, the challenges. Penelope was a hero in her own right. Her work was patience, resilience, and understanding. Let him go. […]

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Heisenberg Uncertainty

i spurn the kick turn refusing to chase the hare a red-shift break and a shove from the rear for the lane is narrow and hat pin straight and perceiving late is a quantum state . since strange is no rarity space-time slides toward singularity and as i navigate the vertigo illusions vanish with the […]

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Call Me Miriam

betwixt the wells of bitter and sweet lies the spice that sets me free . ©M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art: Gratitude by Tamara Phillips

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Down the Worm Hole

between pixels and polaroids crumpled edges and faded lines they say she is mysterious in a childlike way where blueberries stain her faint laced hem as she traces lines in the amber sand to glimpse the mica shine a mind that wanders and plucks with lack of Zen or Tao or any know-how and that […]

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White holes

can you see she is really me inside of you a basic truth through the strongest bastion she fought my dragons thoughts that strayed i was afraid to slay without appreciation she led a nation let it go because you’ve won across my heart i trace the Sun . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art by […]

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