Strange Attractors

air brushed tatoo where ladybirds roost in lines that crease the ceiling wax wings dive beyond the pane and crows vacillate in flight patterns that splatter ink across the parched range ~ your eyes gather my ways a crumpled page you stretch smooth to read deciphering meaning from lines scribbled and cursed in withered verse […]

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Catch and Release

i remember snow and childhood dreams of being something does growing wise hide behind a child’s eyes? we reach meagerly for the frivolity we come to despise and i deserved the respect of a proper goodbye ~ © M.G. Iannucci 2019 I am still learning.

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