Scarlet Peonies

An idiomatic lament, whereinAll that is lost is found againIn a hubris of feverish dissentIn the meanings supersedingIn the curses of the verses Coursing through my veinsLike demi-sec champagneToday, a vixenTomorrow, a contradictionOn par with shooting starsSleepless as bansheesJostling aimless between cable carsIt seems these streets Have memorized my disguisesThe tendencies rendering me uselessBy sunrise, […]

Read More

There will come a day

These words are long overdue Yet they lack the ability to depict The odd dichotomy stirred inside of me The sincerity and contempt felt in absolutes Tonight, there is pain in the pen Then, dare I say, never again Because there will come a day When your beautifully terrible mind Will realize its crimes Despite […]

Read More

People need their poIson

Sex. Psychedelics. Astronauts.🚀💀 Aesthetic video by moi. Featuring the throbbing track ‘Chasing Highs’ by Alma. —a. duncan, 2020  🚫 I own neither the rights to the featured song nor the am I the owner or creator of the video clips themselves. These are errantly scoured from the internet that rarely have originating information. Compiled for […]

Read More

You are not dreaming

Featuring the atmospheric song ‘Strange Pleasures’ by Still Corners. This video collage is an aesthetic exploration of humanity’s fascinating (and oft toxic) relationship to nature. Notes of technology. Flora. Erotica. Nostalgia. Movement. Passion. Paris is Burning. China Town. Soul Train. Paradox. Golden Gate. Illustration. Cinema. Joshua Tree. Rebellion. Parallels. Illusions. Ciphers. The power of memory. […]

Read More

No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

Read More

Hello, hello…

— Behold, little darlings, my newest lo-fi aesthetic video collage set to the beautiful (and achingly romantic) track ‘Dreary Moon’ by Big Black Delta. This one is so very special to me. I’ve included various nods to places, scenes and beings that have inspired me over the years: Record players. Flowers. Johnny Cash. Spirals. Storms. […]

Read More

Do you even know you?

“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before? Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been?” — Lynne Tillman The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories   […]

Read More

я ε ǟ Ⓡ ŕ ᾰ ṉ Ꮆ ⓔ ԃ

— If I were to Siphon your brilliance With the utmost of reverence What then, my friend? Drained of your subconscious lore Primal mechanisms alchemize With composite metaphor If I were to Dismantle your humanity To odyssey your prodigy What then, my friend? Bloodletting your penchant For secret solitary Crystallize with the hive Of your ingeniousness […]

Read More

In the Residual

When is satisfaction anything more than an abstraction? When the hands beneath the sheets tease to completion? When milky secretions cling to the corners of unclasped lips? When the bliss felt in a kiss precedes the venom in the after? When the grandeur of a fantasy grows increasingly bleak? When the risqué existence is no […]

Read More

Contrary to Coda

— She longed for words Fearless in their love— No, not their love— Fearless in their loyalty To their meanings Modus operandi impetus Contrary to coda Regardless of apology Ciphers that take no prisoners Hindsight thrust like fists From minds to mouths Wisdom pressed like lips From the pulse to the pen The doctrine that […]

Read More

Leave what’s wrecked more

Lyrics: I’ve been through the fire I felt embers down my spine And I’ve said “World would you please have some mercy on me? Or could you please lift the curses on me?” It said, you always did Like it the hard way since you was a kid Look at the scars on your leg, […]

Read More

flora nocturne

    of contemplation’s plume I am the nocturnal bloom unfurling in the zenith of another zero hour I am the angel’s trumpet beset with lunar dew an aperture imbibing of the moon’s beatitude I am Endymion’s yawn drawn in the drowsy impasse of Selene’s everlasting fervency I am the budding lips of the ominous jimson the […]

Read More

? ¿ (E) ? ¿

“A person comes into the kitchen to dry the hands, the face, to stand on the lip of a question. Around the face, the hands, behind the shoulders, yeasts, mountains, mosses multiply answers. There are questions that never run out of questions, answers that don’t exhaust answer. Take this question the person stands asking: a […]

Read More

Song of Ophelia

— In the chimeric awning of dusk The sky betrays it’s hesitance to dim Merely a merciless dome Doused in the hyperbole of saccharine clouds As an eerie stillness descends Upon the river’s edge Ophelia reclines Unseen among a luster of reeds Reticent as a solitary pearl earring Or a cameo broach, that breathes She […]

Read More

To The Brave

My wrists plead for lips The way gifts wish for ribbons My body is stricken With an inconspicuous deficiency For biting kisses that climb The way vines do When seizing the stake The way the trellis aches For the weight of the grapes The way the dew hangs From the tip of the stem The way […]

Read More

The Art of Interpretation

An exercise in reading lips. And eyes. We interpret others not as they are. But as we are. So please. Tell me what you see. So I can see you.  

Read More

Mechanical Borealis

His presence always reminded me Of a derelict casino Somewhere between Vegas and Reno It’s cocktail napkin insignia the silhouette Of a vainglorious flamingo He was a place no one ever intends to go Rather ending up in, like trouble Or confusion, or love West of the never ending desert A transient fix of the […]

Read More

si lourd | être parti

  Oh, silly love Coming here When I said, “Go” Weigh me down, oh, love Weigh me down, oh, love So heavy I fell through the earth.  

Read More

Question of Possession

The question of possession Quietly vexes the poetess In late night contemplation Of cause and effect Though far too late For coffee and conjecture The mind is lured to venture To where the pen begins Who stirs the metaphor’s storms And who provides the shelter? Which is the stem And which is the nectar? Is […]

Read More

End note to a ghost

— End note to a ghost When cowards are sent In lieu of flowers — Stay out of my cemetery, boo This sanctuary Of solemnity is not for you Kindly clamor those chains over a different grave Something a little more in line With the consecration of your own kind Potter’s field, asylum basement Perfect […]

Read More