Ama 

do not believe you manipulate me, altered genes, irradiated seeds. the power  of my generativity you spurn  as your capacity. this lifeless harvest  that you sow, will stagnate in your heart alone. in that heart, the things you fear will shake the roots of your despair, and make you open to my care, a vast […]

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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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Belle

palms wide, a balance of night, when breezes burrow  the deep sheltered hips  of  trees. . a firefly tumbles in artistry of trapeze, breath and sleep, as tendrils weep when stars boil blue. i pour peace  out for you. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Blue

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Settling

words grate like barefeet on the harvest’s debris. so i till them, unscripted  into frost heaves. others i swirl,  into dervishes  on the vacant wind. . i pour their dust  through fissures  in the silent silo of self, and cling  to the Love that lies above the knowing of us. in that alone do i […]

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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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