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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Underway

we are Love’s anomoly petals paired for eternity ~ Sometimes short and sweet is the best way. ❤ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Photo: Two in Love by Gary Gay

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Red Tide

i close my eyes to feel the sea. for you, my love, are there with me. ~ ❤ Truth is revealed in voluntary simplicity. © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Art by Marco Busoni, “Daughter of the Sea”

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Azimuthal Projection

crystal and sea the abyssal pressure that forges treasure while charcoal clings amidst the debris churning and groaning for home in me . a paradise dream that carves my striated heart with drops that start from my fingertips drip and prick belly and hips with press flash cool dash relief . each solitary leak seeps […]

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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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Of Great Price

facets and filigree tumbled free by the sea, layers of reality this fleshy vulnerability, wrapped in time’s illusory chamber. . will we be lifted and drifted from the tongue by circumstance? or drawn gently inward, to nest in the lustrous nacre of love’s grace. . Discernment always involves community, even if you are under the […]

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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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Electrostatic Attraction

clinging to the walls of cellulose lace, sap rises through snow. shoots blush rose against a cerulean sky, long before a snowdrop breaks ground. true love, the bond that shapes a universe,  holds all substance in balance. for love, there is no harsh season.  . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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In Transit

​Against the red barn, There is a leaning lawn chair With a missing leg. The remaining third,  Sentenced to stare At an intact couple. . And Venus wanes as witness To the dance of the moon Without nearing transit, Goddess of love In a lonely orbit. . Hopelessness, Is a net bursting with grief, Cast […]

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Harbor Park

​The Cimmerian waters churn, While herring gulls chide me for wandering Close to the river’s scabrous edge, Her bare knees exposed after a season of drought, And sirens remind me that the city lurks over my shoulder, With its masses clustered in coffee shops, On street corners, backs against the wind, While I face the […]

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