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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