Compass Rose

take me along the scalloped edge of the sea’s selvage dip these digits near the frosted feet of barnacled boulders the edges of shoulders that break these waters and rip the tide from my rounded shores ~ i curl the reeds as you point and hush the murmuration of the fragile fins of my seclusion […]

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Melting Point

my heart turns its ache the slightest quake in a cryptic sea that stumbles its vitality as i don burlap to feel the contrast of your hands rustling sands to stir time’s trust ~ and i am lost on the edge of breath a depth i sheer as the sun turns its sphere marking without […]

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Old Growth (Prose)

A droplet skims, knee to shin, the pristine captured in crystalline. The valley rumbles with the sin of decadence while goldenseal twines delicate feet in the shade of the canopy where I sleep. A flake slides the mountainside smooth white as thighs, and mosses spin rhizoids where I abide. The fissure where ancient glacial ice […]

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Orbital Rotation

a pole shift rift the collision of the galaxies’ gift as i ease into your drift to sift the seed of presence and keep sentience amidst the din of decided courses hearts seeking recourse to the fiery plume of a luminary moon~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Art by Wim Lanclus      

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Perusal

you return my words to me with a tenderly fingered whispered verse an unrehearsed surrendering this rendering of lip and tongue and love spun with arms and eyes that know of mine from the inside ~ for you wear me with gentility kissing and opening where love eases like smoke rings capturing a spacious essence […]

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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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Entangled (tanka)

move my medium with transducing signal slide space erasing tide a dimensional defy in consummate grasp and glide . © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Some things cannot be explained through space-time. Art: “Lovers” by Gina Signore

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Volumetric

i tuck my wings beneath the seams of indelicate triage a fuselage of time’s bounded barrage disparage at cost of trade beyond the parade of a rippled montage while we play charades with bombs and brigades ~ i have been sweetly remade by hands that assuage this voluptuous volumetric the balance of whispers in my […]

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Serenade

sing to me of reason’s seasoning and the duplicity of overthinking leaning on a starboard reach ~ take the stern of discernment as you press an inaudible kiss to my sternum swinging the boom into a yearning wind a rescinding of life’s sorrowful tales beneath the southern gales waves felt at depth ~ here the […]

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Selene

a bonded beckon and i reckon to disclose my hollow exposed beneath the laden branch of the beaten auricle ~ and i sift the unlived where gift and forgive unsheath reason drift’s reach as the bleak surface tells tales of me a crescendo creature whose lacrimal bleeds soak the beads of despair ~ for my […]

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