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
here Read More
God, I know you’re not real but
Sensei, would you pull a
pensee for me out your kimono pocket, Read More
Golden slit of rush hour city
Suspended dinner plans for one Read More
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.
They are neither male nor female,
Like God or colors, Read More
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
Your pregnant wife’s car, slammed into a soybean field
She and your youngest son, taken
But not to vacation bible school
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’ 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
Stunning. Like love…
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.
like phospherescent foam
surging below the bridge
of galatic gyroscopes.
and i come
with a meek disrobing
of heart’s hollow –
you tenderly bend
©M.G. Iannucci 2017
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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
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