I cannot…

bend the arrow of time undo the moments  that scarred me erase the faint lines  of motherhood tear out the silver tresses  of experience . I can… give you the wealth of my wisdom grow with you as time passes love you with a depth that my younger self never knew. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 […]

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A Cold Shoulder

Down cocoon, pillow under her head, another against her back; cushioning against the harsh  touch of a bare shoulder  against cold plaster. . The release of hair from the night braid’s captivity, brings a small comfort, as it swings across her shoulder blades  – flicker of a cat’s tail, soft. . And the crows preen  the […]

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Paper Cuts

Pinned down with a tack To the old cork board Behind the door, Flapping in the breeze When it slams. . I cannot read my own handwriting, Scrawled on the light blue pinstriped Surface of my skin, With black and blue felt tipped pens. . Smudged and frayed, I am paper thin, With one small […]

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Loss

Hollow drum, No breath To stir the skin. . Photo: Honesty Plant Seed Pods

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Tides

A spring tide Drawn out and drying, Day is a blue illusion. . © M. G. Iannucci 2016 Photo by Paul Allison  

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