Pushme-Pullyu

i need to feel safe that i won’t be left you need to feel home and know you’re not kept ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2020 The six foot distance helps me to see people in their totality. It is always an interaction with my “self” the push and pull of the pieces. The Pushme-Pullyu is […]

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Retro-graded

south of home venus roams on a declination hidden in the zest of my fruition behind a rind of intuition where you were mine to find or from hour fated late we are ours to create ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019

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Origami Blue

at the crease fibers cease their patterning and i am left holding depths cotton embroidered steamed and pressed in all or none perfectedness a woven unison as darkness casts its spell in the hue of eyes in faded blue ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 It was once said of a friend who passed that his […]

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Red Balloons

red marks the spot where love abides before the home where i reside I am happy to get some rest today. I meet over two hundred new people this week. Memorizing names, long hours of standing, and late nights… I am grateful for some time at home. Writing, tea, napping, and walking around barefoot are […]

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Wabi-sabi

i hold a palate of self-made acrylic turn my voice to the critic that grasps a heel and returns me to the surf the fount of rebirth ~ in the rasp of the necrotic find me in the zone of the necritic where we cling home beneath the fiery sword of protection and those who […]

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