Riding Waves

there is no leaving the self-same sea that pounds  through my veins. although my mind  delights in carrying me off like the spit of foam  on the tide. . and i ride waves thinking i know  something, blindly tumbling in the chase  for fictious mermaids beneath the surf. . a mouthful of dirt and fire in […]

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Irresolution

the crests stumble, like pups chasing my feet, and i obligingly run from these mind-bloomed shadows. as the world chatters, i struggle to add no decibel of my own making. the past  tantrums on the floor behind me. the future  seduces with a promise of knowing. i surrender to the rip current one breath at a time, […]

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Mantle

single,  droplet-  i know as self, evaporates skyward, then plummets with each breath. within the cyclone of transition, before and beyond birth, i must fix my gaze  on the internal, eternal. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: by Albert Bierstadt, 1870

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Curl

there was the parting of waves,  the momentary visibility of toes and pebbles, and crabs sauntering beneath wind-licked foam. a thin, jade, cellophane leaflet sliding along my bare calf in time with the cool slap of the next set. i simply want to love you in that space  between the gusts. so i breathe and dive, […]

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