Demilitarized Zones

shapeshifting winds sculpt skin pressing fingerlings of mist to my curved canyons ~ ebony birds sing sketching with wings the worth of me shimmering rivulets of being a mirage unsabotaged by a pearlized sky ~ for I grow young and wise a fruit that ripens out of sight if you wish to know my direction […]

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Lost in Translation

my heart bleeds burgundy transcribed filigree etched in the lining as i read an earthy calligraphy the sweet comet’s tale of blue and you a finger traced at the rim of destiny’s cuffed hem desire is Love’s expression never born of deprivation and i understand in the palm of the Host’s hand the turning of […]

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Trulli

loosen the keystone a precarious home where outcomes are better left unknown . My body’s family comes from the Puglia region of Italy, where these unique stone houses are built. The entire structure rests on the strength of the keystone. This stone was formed deep in the earth by harsh forces that fused individual grains […]

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Striations

i will not waver behind the scenes it’s about truth and owing things ~ The life you sacrifice is on the inside. The Soul’s intrusion dispels the fog of illusion. ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo: A rare variety of rose I found in San Francisco.

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Saturation Point

scratch my ground till this rough terrain for my heart is hardened to the truth of your rain . When the feminine is disparaged, the earth is ravaged. © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art: Red Cloud

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The Sacred Profane

kiss this belly kiragami the viper’s duality of grace and fang undulating energy quantum cauldrons seething burning the still sea . i transmute bouyancy and rise to thread scintillating ties the hidden backbone of the ashen dew honor and spirituality fused destiny’s delicacy a Soul’s unity manacle shackling particles from which i am free to […]

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Dipole Moments

i play with contrast of day wings stark splay a soft brush flick stagnant dust from a bare belly stratosphere . and they hear . what i say . without words quantum birds roost and disappear taking on the wing what i give away there are those who know how i aim my toes for […]

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Capsized

i  quiver-shed iridescent skin slithered to nestle in soundless din release of perspective births the reflective above below without within . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photograph: Sundew by Joni Neimela

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Tendrils

what is it that you choose little dove, the gilded branch or the vine of Love? . I choose love. Taking a brief break from blogging to prioritize and reorganize. See you on the other side. © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art by Paul Bond, “To Hear the Softly Spoken Magic Spell”

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In Lumen

held tenderly by energies the onyx dark and stellar luce in a space of grey bridged lines i trace the translucent moth weds the flame . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 The moth is able to navigate the darkness with extrasensory tools. The females are powerfully attractive, and they have a burning desire for light. This […]

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