Thermodynamics

a gurgling cascade stones are remade in the gush and rushed thrust i replay as stars take turns in curtsey and burn and winds trade for frost the cost that i have laid bared across my breast ~ i trust the fir’s hush nested into the thrushes hollowed tone torn from a heart half my […]

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Armillary

stir my waters with pinpoint sparks that peer from your letters as nonchalant as sapphires on velvet in the simmering dark and whisper a promise that bends my heart ☆ © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Painting: Holynight by Fran Rodriguez

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Alternate Currents

there is a state where we are whole, and greed does not multiply the fractured sky, filling the fissures with its toxic sludge. . as the sparking plug falls below the luminous glow of intentional flow, a summation of soul. where we are never alone. . my universal love within softly kisses your inner skin. […]

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Homogeneity

nature relates with intricate ecologies, a cause and effect weave bursting blossoms interwined. . yours and mine disappears in the light, and only soul is relational to the corporeal. . when pastel petals faint into distant dew, with nothing to relate to, an infinite spark unfurls the heart. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Woodland […]

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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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Strands

Tend to the strands  that connect us  heart to heart,  and you will begin to see  the luminous soul  of the world. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Ruche

a fine pleat  presses skin delicate line curving  from heart  to chin . a rise and run sensory slope embroidered  by your whispers my heart calls  you in . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Gracious

the true hue of any bloom is undetectable  to a conditioned view . transformation begins in the  heart . Photo: The tiny blossom of Wood Sorrel in my “lawn”. They have a lemon taste, and their yellow color is the light that they do not absorb.  © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Mandalina

vision beyond the vista, and i slip, a solitary stone, loosed from the masses  who cling to cliffs of calamity. freefall minus friction, nothing is lost to erosion,  in an orbit deeper than self. hearts to cherish, folded fours, that quaver in our embrace. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Tiger lily pair in my garden […]

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Cacoëthes

the form of silence rounds the sharp edges of thought bouquet plies the heart radiant warmth hastens breath seducing inflorescence  . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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