Trap Rock Ridges

marble chips clipped from the surface of a million’s years the compressed regress of limestone alone amidst the hemlocks that disappear beneath the frothed veneer of infinitesimal insects as cicadas saw the density of atmosphere with compression waves that nibble my ears ~ what a strange creature who contemplates this nature apart and between an […]

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Aspiration

with each switchback i rise although i appear to repeat steps the depth of my valley expands and i long for the summit vista a view of the storm swirling below as my cry echoes for your heart solitary yet never alone . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: The Tetons and the Snake River by Ansel Adams (1942)

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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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Beacon

​i traced lines of yours hands, palm to wrist,  reading yarns of the culled and lost. . our waves wed river to sea, and my love flashed green dappled with burgundy wine, a beacon at the river’s edge. . there the wind cleaved wild cherries  from their branches… the falling, the falling, and the ripples,  […]

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River Ice

  We are of the same substance The ice and I, gliding on the ebb and flow Of river whim, just far enough out of the reach Of the water’s fall to keep our integrity. Back against the wall, We are a perfect perch for wafting leaves, With indolent fish that cruise beneath our skin. […]

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