Damask

earthen wrought a single thought sculpts the arch of your back tense and slack in masterful depth wielding a wand of wanting~ Beneath the drab feathers of the female a generative force is concealed, a balance of power her nature reveals.~ © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Storms Shatter Records in the East, Create Massive Waves in […]

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Dipole Moments

i play with contrast of day wings stark splay a soft brush flick stagnant dust from a bare belly stratosphere . and they hear . what i say . without words quantum birds roost and disappear taking on the wing what i give away there are those who know how i aim my toes for […]

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Tendrils

what is it that you choose little dove, the gilded branch or the vine of Love? . I choose love. Taking a brief break from blogging to prioritize and reorganize. See you on the other side. © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art by Paul Bond, “To Hear the Softly Spoken Magic Spell”

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Crossing the Line

There is a line that I drew in the sand, a line I didn’t think that I had the strength to cross. It took me two years and the support of many people to gather the power to do it. I had the desire but I didn’t have the confidence. The other day, I took […]

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Isometric

i am the one who tame’s the Sun with the ambient light of Love’s discipline . even if you stray i stay . The infinite Light never leaves you. What appears to be darkness is the concealed light of Love’s shadow bending close, and She is beautiful. © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art: Fanning the Flames […]

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