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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Binary Code

i am the forest at your feet release your restricted view of me . © M.G. Iannucci 2018 Photo of caterpillars in my garden, consuming a single leaf. Makes me wonder…

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Daughter of Icarus

he looked at me and said, “don’t settle”. you are made of a fierce mettle, woman, you have long to live, strong. life is a fearsome thing, yet never forget, as a mother and lover the power you bring”. his tattoo winked, and i saw the grief, of broken promises and lies. “choose yourself instead”, […]

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Jouissance

i disrobe the manuscript of autobiographical narrative a mind bubbling awry subject to blinded sight in a billion mistranslations of the value of Occam’s razor for the vast turning over of a falsely promised power . degrees stamped with notoriety representing what i could not see disarticulated parts of me a cyclic philosophical weave this […]

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Doyenne

silverfish finger figures, caricatures of past presence, while true essence is scripted by the icy tails of Comets that trail their trains along the cobblestone skies, caressing creases and sweeping pieces of remembrance into the dust-filled cracks. . the block is the attack, compassion and gratitude the inner kingdom exudes, compelled to bend a knee. […]

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Stratagem

i grasped at straws in lofty halls, that promised obscure security. freedom invited in a wise and agile wind, a churning centric spin, darning unpleasant divisions. . sparrow broke her wings on the radiant dawn. it is the bird of song who holds the key, to unconditioned uncertainty, a babe of eternity, i have no […]

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Precipice 

balancing this precarious pitch i straddle the hips  of meaning a fine-line granite march as a black racer  slumbers in the dark well  where wisdom comes  to dip her toes horizon exists on both sides of the dividing line only sky is unified for man even the spiritual  becomes conditional and i fly . © M.G. […]

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Embers

black velvet  draws the spectrum exuding a rising heat that folds and envelopes me as i tumble and play  plucking flowers  . the whistle blows departure pistons punching down the rising steam the cushions bristling wool harsh against the bare thighs of doppler summer youth . i toss the blooms  into her ancient hands watching […]

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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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Accession

puzzle pieces  skitter to the floor, when the table rocks. components of your persona – shape and sound, personality and preference, these shattered slivers of mirror, silver and black, are recollected with tenderness. wisdom retains  a vision of integrity, whispering… “You are altogether beautiful, my Beloved” (Song of Solomon 4:7).  . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Photo: Sunsets […]

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