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

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                                on          did
                             how            the
                                            dot
                                          g
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                                      here 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

The Sun Dared To Rise


There were no skid marks

Your pregnant wife’s car, slammed into a soybean field
She and your youngest son, taken

But not to vacation bible school

Sirens

Your son who liked to draw on his bedpost with his red and blue markers

Took two more days to die

Your firstborn, the first baby you’d ever held and the one you had the most nicknames for Read More

Commie Consulting

Art by Yue Minjun

‘Commie Consulting’ was what I suggested when Mike Sun — ardent Daoist and clandestine Christian who took pride in sharing a surname with Zhou dynasty war (now business) strategist, Sun Zi — asked what we should call our company that helped foreigners do business in China.

“I like it.”

Thus, as conceal-carry attracts violence in the hope of playing hero, so it was there, packing heated wallets while Americans marketed their Chopstix® to the Chinese and garishly joked while downing and drowning in sorghum wine and braised Sichuan pork butt from the shared ‘iron rice bowl’, that it was considered “unpatriotic to eat this stuff in the States.”  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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Brocade

Photography by Armelle Touzeau


Broken brocade;

Where do I put this sequin when the sequence

Falls like notes from the cellar door?

On my knees searching on the dirty waxed floor

Hands graze gypsy mambo scuff-marks

And dirty martini olive-swords.

Candles glow in distant red bulbs,

My search waxes dim.

How does poetry save the world like God? Read More