Sea Glass by M.G. Iannucci and W.C. Stacia, Jr.

shattered… skies cornfields blue framing stark contrast, abrupt from the hue she swept it away straw and broom a cleansing, a purging, unburdening detritus and it was the slightest trace of scarlet the wound it sliced as he hauled its plastic tomb to the curb ~ bleed, he must the wound, pain’s aperture the tomb, […]

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A Bite of Reality

My poem today was a bit zesty, I know. Since people commented on my social media, I thought I would give a sneak peek inside the writing. So this morning I was making Moroccan Red Lentil Soup. The spices are cumin, coriander, cardamom, paprika, cloves, cinnamon, garlic, onion, ginger, cayenne, lime juice, and I like […]

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Declination

this selkie’s skin slips from the lines i cannot be quoined within your rhymes . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Note to Self: How do you measure success, gaining money or maintaining integrity? You can have both. One feeds the body, the other the Soul. The real work that you do will never be recognized in […]

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Zephyr

i am the wind that spans the sea no mortal man will capture me . When I was young, my grandfather often read poetry and stories to me. His favorite story to recite was “The Little Mermaid”, Hans Christian Anderson’s original and not Disney. Will a man choose the truth of his soul or the […]

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Malleable Memories

     Stiffly pressed with starch and steam, the musty breath of the iron on sheets and brocade pleated to be hung gingerly. Silk embroidery, needles that scar that which is hard to hide, a call for the precise. Crimson droplets from a stuck thumb under the drum of the banging machine are caught in the […]

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The Union

drag and bump rhythm of suitcase wheels, tires on concrete seams and overpass beams, settling for the night miles that i companioned with the other half of my self. . yet i travel solitary, but in good company as the shuttle driver said to me, “funny how so many of ya fuss about bein’ given […]

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Imprints

she perched on the queen’s berth silver crown and a mirth-grin knowing within that stripped the bark skin off my purple heart decorated with buttons . …butterflies, Marines, Veterans and the one that read… HATRED is easy love takes courage my friend . as she tipped her hand and said, “Oh honey, and it’s only […]

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Ascendancy (Tanka)

roots that sip the brine of the earth’s despairing cries bent to bitter night fronds shearing the ragged sky for you, my love, i hold tight . Dedicated to all those who are separated by war, loss, illness, and borders. With love, there is no distance. © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Art: Sweet Dreams Willow by […]

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Mount

he rides in when the horse foams and he is in need  of somethin’. she barely noticed  while herding hens, dusted in her petty  layering of coats, polished and etched  in paisley pen, and ruffled  by the busyness  of livin’. awakened, she rightly observes, and renders her decision. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Art: MBaldwinfineart2006

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Pinned

hemp swells  in the warm mist, clenching knots like splintered fists, as i take a marlin spike to their grip. . there is a moment  before tying off when two arms carry the full weight of the yard,  chant thundering  with the crack as rope whips deck. . and you don’t let go or let them […]

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