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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