The Sway of Reeds

tug the seamless garment at the sleeve’s ragged hem a reversion of inversion from alpha to the end . chromatic hoops scintillate beyond toil of darn and mend the homogeneous radiance the snowblind comprehend . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 A brief ray of sunlight through the clouds, and I sink back down into silence. . […]

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Honor

The eagle is a metal sculpture for someone who had fallen in service. There are three of these eagles on this 100 year old farm close to where I live. Let us make this unnecessary. Grow peace in your own hearts to see it in the world. For those in service and those who wait […]

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Seasoned

i would rather live soul to soul with you, drenched in love – aflame, than spend one moment that is not true  in a world   of the loveless mundane. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Season Tree

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Inner Architecture

i flick rust from antique latches. in the eves swallows in silk taffeta,  rustle the air, a reflection  of the restless static that nests above my belly, with a chittering intensity i once denied as part of me. . it is impossible to ignore the cement  as it delicately releases its grip on stone, cold under my soles. . […]

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Spiked

sharpened leaves, point guards of the fleshy cambium. had i been easy, you would not have had the chance to prove you truly love me. . Photo: Roses from my garden © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Metta

lust is a lonely one way arrow. love is the layered interlacing of souls. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: My Soul Is Dancing by Pat Stacy

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Huntsman

the hunter yields  as the fawn, pressing her hidden form into the underbrush, stills. there is nothing to chase. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: White-tailed Deer

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