Monocultural Haze

a short leashpressed arteriesthat once choked mei so couldn’t thinka river of submissioni granted permission towhen i was blind and threeand childrengather on my diaphragm to play hide and seekdizzy and vomitingon the carouselof the status quoi harvest themfrom scalding metal framescauterizing skinned knees and speak their real namesin the wake of burning fieldsmy flint […]

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Frangipani

constrain me delicately in the fragrant beauty of ethereal tether beyond nectar the sweet specter a feather’s breadth of scent depth hovering in its ascent within the crystalline goblet of this essence decanted into your steady hands ~ my decadence tempered rendered in slow surrender with ache and trace of Love’s petals close on your […]

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Wake Me

a pearled seatraces the fan of my hipand slips unwarilyinto the estuarywhere time bleeds ignorance dips its handsin this placid meniscuslover, wake meas night drops its curtainstealthy across the breastof my uncertaintyand as i resist your silenceravish me ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020With gratitude to my inner and outer muse, anima calling. Photo: by Ive Freya

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In The Play Of Light

the multiverse is my tribe ~ M.G. Iannucci 2020 The personality lives divided. The soul has no parts. (Reading Aristotle: We are always steeped in some philosophy until the mind is free.) Music in the video is a tune composed and played by my son Matthew. The notes are harmonics which requires precision and an […]

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Course Correction

i drift toward the light at the pole for man rarely chooses his soul ~ Read the original version…

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