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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Malleable Memories

     Stiffly pressed with starch and steam, the musty breath of the iron on sheets and brocade pleated to be hung gingerly. Silk embroidery, needles that scar that which is hard to hide, a call for the precise. Crimson droplets from a stuck thumb under the drum of the banging machine are caught in the […]

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Continuum 

Power = (Force × Distance) ÷ Time If space-time is a construct of perception, then distance and time are illusions. The only power that can exert force and exist outside of the space-time continuum, the place of illusions, is unconditional love. There are no conditions when you leave the fabric of the cosmos. Existence is […]

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Impressions

there is a tenderness in the gradual falling away, as the depths throw back light to a meringue sky. . stubble on earth-skin, a dusting of seed, and i linger for snowfall, pressed like my cheek, to the curve of your back. . the crystalline kiss, i seek. . Photo:  Long Meadow Pond Middlebury, CT […]

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Generative

The deepest work of the soul does not take place within the pristine silence of the distant mountain. Transformation is sparked in the vale, where life is dismantled and revived. © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Interconnection

… is the deepest reality of life, existence within the silent witness to both love and fear in the world. Freedom lies in the ability to choose between those two states, regardless of the conditions.

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The Vine

petal on love’s vine, i sway  as the world  shudders in fear’s  disillusioned dance. i will not  be drawn  into the mindless chatter attaching meaning  to chaos. turning the leaf i choose life’s order over petty needs,  and embrace the work, giving my life for the way of light. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017

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Balance

you found me in the absent lines of a poem bare trees and moonlit illuminations   and i followed the trail mapping the road in prose,  the return of a woman to her soul. . a feeble knock,  and the seed stirred. i am nothing  but the pure desire  to enter with the seven billion  awaiting […]

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Verisimilitude

they told me it was turtles all the way down. so i gazed through the narrow slit of pinpoint stars and wormholes to find a deeper invisibility. . the stacking, rising up from the bottom, is a perception employed to organize  entropy. . curled beside you, i watch your sleep-breath disappear into a necklace  of  swirling particles […]

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Presumptuous

i assume what i see, is what exists. what i think, is who i am. who you are, is one i know. . smoke enwreaths cirrus cloud skies pigmented illusion no straws to grasp . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Clouds Over Sea

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