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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Mountain 

Photography by Peter Holme

Threshold. What it takes, the thunderous energy, impossible vitality, to get to a state of relaxation, a feeling that I have adequate energy and vitality… “You need a sail,” suggests Joshua when I tell him it feels like Tom Hanks in Cast Away trying with all his might to get beyond the surf and become un-lost. Sometimes it seems not worth the effort, the expenditure far greater than the reward.

I drove back home alone with the girls after a weekend trip to Denver to see my mom. Heading south, the blessing of a special on Paraguayan guitarist Augustine Barrios filled Read More

Lyrical Love: Wet Sand

Painting by Gregor Gleiwitz

Drug addiction and mental illness are widely known to be, however debilitating to one’s health and relationships, benefactors for art creation. The song, ‘Wet Sand’ off the 2006 Red Hot Chili Peppers’ album, Stadium Arcadium, and written by John Frusciante and Anthony Kiedis, describes what it’s like living such a self-destructive paradox. I believe the appeal to try mind-bending substances and the twisting of the word ‘crazy’, making it a desirable trait and a near-virtue, are symptoms of a dying spirit desperate to be validated, nurtured, and ultimately, reflected in the wide world, Read More

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Lay still in wisps of grass and Indian Paintbrush,
See the dance of the sun-circles on your eyelashes, a rainbowed crop.

I ask the storyteller sitting ’round the tree trunk to tell me of the origins of Read More

Spiritual vs. Religious

Photography by Peter Lippmann

Reading Diana Butler Bass’ Christianity After Religion, I am confused why people are so interested in the question of ‘Spiritual’ vs. ‘Religious’. Anyone with at least half an open eye can see that God comes to meet people in myriad ways, each one beautiful even if obscured by partial blindness. Why mask the uniqueness and the miracle of each by classifying it into one or the other category? To be concerned with this debate is to squander the fruit of the spirit and put the human realm above or before God’s. Read More

May Baby, A Year Later

Photography by Amaya Engleking

“Little Lomy Loo” turns one today and she’s wobbling around pretending she’s Janis Joplin with her deep “blues” scowl she’s had since infancy, or eating dirt or dandelions, or giving me open-mouth, ready-to-nurse kisses on my cheekbone. And believe it or not, I’m nostalgic for her unmedicated, home water birth! Here is the full story for anyone needing the inspiration or who is curious about the miracle of birth.

Gospel Isosceles

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My May baby. As you made the conviction that you were ready to be born into this world and slip today, May 19, 2016 from eternity into this strange design of time and measures, I ate the first cherries of the season. Once again and forever, these cherries taste sweeter when I talk to God.

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Simple

Collage by Gerardo Gomez

Daniel Berrigan’s motto for the Nicaragua mission,

‘Let’s test this thing called “soul”.’

I get. I too, get the irony of following up such a precept with, “It was as simple as that.” How do we humans, what with our flesh and religions and legal-ese, starved souls and designer denim and bipartisan conquistadors, Read More