too much of a good thing

  too much of a good thing he and i i and him restraint and the rebel small doses of holistic hesitation juxtaposed with intensity injected intravenously low tolerance apologies 100 letters written and never sent 36 birthday candles blown incognito smoke signals vanishing in the ebb of empty understandings inexperience is white noise but […]

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collateral

  tenderly aging alliterations and other agnostic hypocrisies i used to be a masterpiece but the flourishing of sinews has since ceased my limbs languishing and curves collapse to bitter avalanches every day in a residual state of damage control after all we are our own collateral — a. duncan, 2017

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these words

these words these are the words stillborn but lingering on a broken bough they hum themselves to sleep brutal little lullabies such self sufficient infants swaddled in vulnerability in the abandoned nursery of my memories   these words these are the words confined like muddy tides in the dark canyons of my eyes churning to […]

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bells in the mountains

  i hold my breath for bells in the mountains each toll resonating within reverberating in my halted lungs carried across stiff birch limbs nourished by intricate soils echoed in blanketed moss settling in the dense brambles where fox den’s are hidden bells in the mountains announce themselves like unceremonious thunder startling a murder of […]

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unlikely alliance

the philosophical prince and the empress of articulation the boy with the thorn in his side and the girl who drank the moon two lost souls with questionable ties in absurd past lives tangled together like mismatching shoe laces this… is a very unlikely alliance an unconditional accident between quintessentially existential and quelled rebellion equally […]

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somewhere

  permanently muddy these days  my once verdant gaze floats  in a pool of dark circles delirious contusions, dark tidal’s churning with debris of futility there… where my eyes drowned (as gracefully as they knew how to…) the exhaustion and the contempt forming ashen galaxies across my face a gravitational pull in every blink i […]

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standard messaging rates apply

  behold, the peripheral deconstruction of nature bouquets of halogen hyacinth and neon narcissi laid on gold vermeil alters insulated with asbestos prayers texted / emoji confessions to electric god’s via spiritual wifi polyurethane perfumes and carbon corsets strangle the ancient tree’s for the last remnants of fruit intimacy bottled like insulin / love in […]

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comme une vague, comme un poème

  define vulnerability recite it to him like a poem like the warnings on pharmaceutical bottles be as charming as you are callous be as clever as you are claustrophobic be as beautiful as you are bruised and define vulnerability like a prayer in bed, over breakfast in lingerie, over burnt bridges in the breaths […]

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pole dancing for poltergeists

in a haunted house i reside a sanctuary for the seances midnight conducted for you the futile rituals of a prolific poetess incense smoldering graveyard hymnals prayers for apparition north – west – east – south four corners calling and your stubborn spirit refusing to appear despite my desire for conjuring “you said you’d come back […]

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decode

  you are so handsome it’s non negotiable face like a ransom note the curves of your mouth making harsh demands on mine you are a pretty piece of paper crisp and folded tenderly my origami Orion ciphers in those brown eyes you have trip wire hands  a morse code masculinity that I decipher in dreams […]

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hesitation’s inevitability

  hesitation’s inevitability in quiet moments it finds me the lackluster silhouette of the woman I wanted to be she is the driftwood and the honeysuckle she is the siren and the significance she      is      the      alpha the wishes blown across a thousand birthday candles the tug of a […]

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beauty fades

how difficult it will be when a face no longer opens doors when a surface fades as the moon does yielding to yet another dawn another day kept in the autumnal lines by our eyes, where contusions pool just beneath, like time’s tattoo ink memories and mercury wisdoms and wet dreams how difficult it will […]

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fuck you’s

there are so many unsaid, unwritten fuck you’s and the fuck you’s stack up like bricks so let’s play a game of fuck you tetris until we’ve created a platform to stand on and recite the remaining and long overdue fuck you’s to those who earned them — a. duncan, 2017         […]

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the renaissance

we were a masterpiece our canvas stretched in tender accommodation of all things; he and I a kismet caricature a collaboration of vulpine flesh and long distance loyalty unlikely locations uniting a charming sort of synthesis between the lunar moods of the ocean tides and the enduring strength of the mountain pines unexpected parallels; he and […]

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no vacancy

a desolate stretch of asphalt the highways in her eyes gas station dreamcatchers turquoise bolo ties plastic cactus keychains a dented road sign last rest stop 90 miles the desert sky choosing sides this girl’s a roadside motel with a blinking neon sign n o    v a c a n c y despite the […]

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a novelty of the hunt

the wolves are circling my wounded doe heart there’s exit strategies laced in the veins of the withering autumn leaves that I’m too weak to decipher, somehow a hostage to the pack tragic captive fauna with unapologetic crossbow scars who rebelled against the false bottom of my forests floor a miserable shelter now a fate […]

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cult following

he joined a cult for the high functioning took a seat at my table and over coupe’s of château latour tried to convert me he’s the type to bring a knife to a gun fight hasn’t realized emotional brutality sharpens blades but results in bullet holes he preaches incessantly about the importance of intellectual authenticity autonomy […]

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a morning just like any other morning

February. I awoke on a morning just like any other morning. It was a week day. It was humid and overcast outside. It was absolutely unremarkable. My two year old daughter had climbed into my bed sometime around 4 a.m. I eased out of slumber and gained a gradual cognizance of my dimly lit bedroom. […]

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Suddenly out of reach

Shadows fill my mind up Zeroes tell me my time’s up I lost count so long ago;  maybe my heart’s numb Don’t hold my hands accountable; they’re young and they’re dumb Drive through the timezones Escape out of my mind zone, love I lost you not long ago; heaven knows I’m miserable Hell takes all […]

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