Precipice 

balancing this precarious pitch i straddle the hips  of meaning a fine-line granite march as a black racer  slumbers in the dark well  where wisdom comes  to dip her toes horizon exists on both sides of the dividing line only sky is unified for man even the spiritual  becomes conditional and i fly . © M.G. […]

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Embers

black velvet  draws the spectrum exuding a rising heat that folds and envelopes me as i tumble and play  plucking flowers  . the whistle blows departure pistons punching down the rising steam the cushions bristling wool harsh against the bare thighs of doppler summer youth . i toss the blooms  into her ancient hands watching […]

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Uncharted

there is no path. the cracked  parchment map has been burned  for warmth. . an integrity  roots down  inside of me, splitting the foundation of reality, and the closer i lean  into vast creativity the less i see  of the seen. . what is a personal life? this illusion  of privacy, a false secluded vulnerability, […]

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Timing

at the onslaught find relief face your wave and dive beneath . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: “Waiting” by Nikolina Petolas (click to follow the link)

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Nychthemeron

i wed my heart  to the horizon line inhaling the breath  that in turn breathes mine. . the liminal progresses to a matutinal hue, as i yield to the auspicious sway of the dew. . The Greek word “nychthemeron” is used to denote day and night with no separation between them, a single twenty-four hour period […]

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