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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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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Beneficent

they sternly stressed, not to climb the granite steps, where ivy-whispered promises have tendrils that possess the poisonous reminder of the seriousness, of raising a foot above the cracks, where night crawls and wriggles to descent. . i was child alive in the effortless, without the carpet bag of regret, the wooly-bear that rolls to […]

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Transmutation

scraps of silk layered on the cutting room floor, pillbox hats in stacks with pins to penetrate any guise. and i,  toyed with wooden beads  that slid through my fingers with the crack of an abacus losing its count. her feet pressed the pedal, the needle hammer roar of machine and fabric fusion. . there […]

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Gratia

When love is true,  it knows no option  for failure. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: House of Maria ZA

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Pendulous

they taught the child that love had limits, judgment and rejection, ornamentation for pearly gates. while the skippers curtsied to the seven sisters in bloom, she climbed the dogwood, auburn curls silhouetted  against a sapphire sky, a glint of mica in the soil. colored glass  and the attempt to stain an innocent heart, like picket […]

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Cultivation

i see within me an expression of energy, mica milled beneath my soles, pulverized fertility easily transparent to famished roots. . i tap the stone, reveling in apparent apertures, light streaming where furrows deepen. the dried loam crumbles, fingertip feathering, and i sink into you, seed in warm soil. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Garden […]

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Chasing Light

sunbeam on bare wood, dust scintillates in the ray. i reach out my hand to capture the elusive. child’s hope for the possible. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Sunbeams

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Nails on the Board

plastic plants, porcelain pets, a jungle of energetic decay, where the external is a painted blue liner and rouge, mask. with palid stagnation, the white hem drags  itself red in the clay. moths chew ragged edges in the floral tapestry  of fragile lace, and death waits  in the cedar closet for all that no longer  serves.. […]

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