The Protégés 

“Protégé” Photography by Sharon Knight

Curving to you, child

As sky arcs above; Read More

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My Life

Photography by Amaya Engleking

In 1984 I had colic but through 1993 the years were idyllic, running with wolves and kissing Jesus on the cheek. Watching the stars dance for me outside my bedroom window. When we moved from the sunshine when I was ten my hair slowly turned dark, and soon did everything else. Read More

Touch

Painting by Beata Belanszky Demko

Do miracles rise from the cracked crust of the earth,
each new world existing both for, and because of divine love?
Do you dip into one pool and each ripple is a new-born dream manifest
as human on earth,
as star in sky,
as song in space? Read More

Beloved


I’m a ragdoll, carried by my God.

I hear Jesus speak in a language I do not know.

He takes my limp hand in his, looks at my thumbnail and addresses the atoms by name.

I understand.

They are neither male nor female,

Like God or colors, Read More

Solid

“Starry Night” by Vincent Van Gogh

Moving through this world like forging your way through heavy plastic
Molecules dense and greedy even for your tiny space it becomes harder to breathe as they crowd around pushing in on you from all sides everyone striving to be stuck stable solid it’s like not moving at all Read More

Heart’s Hollow

Stunning. Like love…

Reflections on Existence

the world opensto take me in

with a delirious roll of thunder

as gulls cry saline tears,

to match the non-emotive hum

of the salted falls’ slow descent

into the belly

of the roilingsouthern seas.

stars brim

like phospherescent foam

surging below the bridge

of galatic gyroscopes.

and i come

empty-handedto you,

with a meek disrobing

of heart’s hollow –

you tenderly bend

to fill.

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©M.G. Iannucci 2017

Photo: Common Ravens by Colleen Gara (2016 AudubonPhotography Award Winner)

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