Bond Angles

i cease to bend to my own reflection sealing the need for perfection in the lock box of questions and riddles skipping stones on the belly of the unknown ~ for as a moment dwindles and another grows i hold your eyes in mind a steady gaze that reminds of the thin haze of future […]

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Extracellular Matrix

if you speak not from Soul then from me you go . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Art: Black Wolf and White Wolf

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Spelunking

faltering in a sea of syllables, i grasp the edge of clarity. rivulets of retrospect mark the contours of my cheeks. the only solace is in the silence, casting lots for what i seek, as i search for gift from a source bereft in stalagmite gardens of the meek. . i do not understand, for […]

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Will You Come To Me

as the sea the fringe of foamed froth barley kissing toe tips, soft as the tickle of mole crabs on the underbelly of the silicon silt? . coconut breeze and an amber light, fluorescent rise of the undulating tide – witness and witnessed coexist. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Art: Woman and Moon Snail Shell

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Shine

little particle, you have forgotten you are a wave, in love with the sea. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Dancing With Myself by Ron McGinnis

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Unshuttered

tree bark, the rough staccato press of popcorn plaster on cheek and chest. . the fragrance of moss  and moist depressions earthenware silk silt  beneath the furry tone of mycelium confident of its path despite a lack of foresight. . and green  dripping from single layer  leaflet lips  quenched in the dusky light, the rustle  […]

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Belle

palms wide, a balance of night, when breezes burrow  the deep sheltered hips  of  trees. . a firefly tumbles in artistry of trapeze, breath and sleep, as tendrils weep when stars boil blue. i pour peace  out for you. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting: Blue

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Luna

the moon  pours its light into the sea, motioning long  rolling swells to slap  the dozing granite, as stellar fireflies blink their love stories in morse code. salt spray  licks my heels  like a rambunctious pup as the orb weaver’s  masterpiece is hung to dry. she retires beneath the surfer’s pier which is gargling  the […]

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Shakti

the sea swept amethyst sands over the curl of her lip, swallowing their brilliance deep into her belly. . as a solitary gull stirred, fireflies drizzled amber light  down the long shafts of marsh grass. and i wandered – gifting the tide with tears, the saline sting of lost years, when she appeared, tossing golden hair over porcelain feet  […]

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Oasis

cotton stockings crumple at the toe a knot of discomfort that pulls at the seams of feet too small to know the gravity of conditioning where “we’ll see” means “i’ll love you if” and the ballet slippers  alone own no agility  the screen door yawns releasing the ecstasy of dog and she follows with bobby […]

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