Perusal

you return my words to me with a tenderly fingered whispered verse an unrehearsed surrendering this rendering of lip and tongue and love spun with arms and eyes that know of mine from the inside ~ for you wear me with gentility kissing and opening where love eases like smoke rings capturing a spacious essence […]

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Prevarication

convex concave slaves to lyrics gathered from their trade awkward dancers of cryptic semantics a shade of chartreuse the obtuse betrayed as i feed them slack turning projections back and i am saved by beams of verse the quasar pulse saddling a universe ~ I listen to what you say, and hear what I mean, […]

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Book Interior Design

I would like to share the book formatting project I have been working on for the past few months. It was a fascinating experience engaging in the interior design work on Rob Taylor’s three books, the Irreducible Primary, Noesis, and Northern Moons. The formatting of an author’s cherished words is an impactful undertaking, whether the […]

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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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Swept

i left parts of her drifting on the tide, pieces of the relational, emotive and sensual, buried beneath the silt of the mudflats. naked and blind, mole rats and side winders hear her breathe in infrared plumes. coins in the well, words strewn, never to be bartered, but to be burned beneath a full ash moon. […]

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Settling

words grate like barefeet on the harvest’s debris. so i till them, unscripted  into frost heaves. others i swirl,  into dervishes  on the vacant wind. . i pour their dust  through fissures  in the silent silo of self, and cling  to the Love that lies above the knowing of us. in that alone do i […]

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Utterance

the moon-skin drum tightens with chill, the howl of compression waves quickly overrun by light. i respire diatomic molecules, a double zero emptiness, even when paired. . the wasted words sequestered  in whorled shelters submerged in the seas, utterances that can never be  repaired. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017 Painting by Tsukioka Yoshitosi, Full Moon in Mushasi 1890

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Strewn

gyroscopic statocyst, drifting, laced and threaded, we brandish the poisoned barbs of our emotive locutions, unaware that we will be captured – paralyzed and anesthetized in a web of our design. . © M.G. Iannucci 2017    

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