Bone Mother

i diedas you camesewn to your namegrappling the soilbeneath my sternumwhere verminroot for remnantsof the bloodied remainsand i feel themstatic pricks that stickto fingertipsof shameas she gathers her claimmy porcelain bonesand skinbeyond and withinthe gruesome stain~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 There is a graceful beauty in transformational pain. The Bone Mother is the Celtic Goddess of […]

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Minus the Middle Man

i sealthe deviated chamberand reachfor a strange attractorthat calls the lush if my gardenpristinefor need bites the handunseendiscernmentis not denialand some thingsare better left unreceivedfor i am aquamarinewhose skinyou stoleand i knowthe terminal worthof my woman’s soul ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020   Healing begins by saying “no”. Photo: Door to Freedom

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Moonlighting

It is not the moon’s alchemy that sets me free, but a vast unknowing. Entwined within quasars and quarks is nothing. A pure potentiality that breathes its life into everything I need and grants me stories that unfold in seven billion verses in a universe held in unity by Truth. I can finally feel…home.

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Decussat

over the breast of moon fingertips skim where i end and you begin ~ From my book Luminarium Tonight is the Full Flower Moon. A super moon is closer to earth because of its elliptical orbit. Will the powerful tides bring what I desire?

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New Moon Seas

polychaetes rise in luminescent filigree partners tracing their reveries on placid seas as loneliness finds me a curiousity and i am weary on twilight’s eve ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 Painting: “Eternal Feminine” by Rassouli

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