Dear Human (A Series) [I]

Dear Human How to disappear completely: Do not begin to begin with In keeping with this Be sure to be Your own worst enemy A provocative concept, yes Yet very effective Nevertheless…. — a. duncan, 2021  This is part [I] in an upcoming series, entitled ‘Dear Human’. Its concept was inspired by an article forwarded to […]

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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 […]

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The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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sophisticated chaos

the systematic sophistication of chaos in defense of reincarnation — I was drafted in the mingling of ennui  and half moon martini olives drifting in the hapless mendacity of some tepid soirée at some darkened apartment in some listless city I stood in the foyer hoping to be mistaken for a Grecian urn a Trojan […]

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When the siren sounded they woke

This…. song. Sigh. This track deluges me with so many complex emotions. It possesses such an incredibly romantic undercurrent buried somewhere in the sweeping, melancholic rifts. I am particularly enamored with the way he intonates many of the lines. It’s gentle but so evocative at the same time. At times haunting. But still so beautiful. I found […]

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Dear Huntsman

“When the fox preaches, look to the geese.” – German Proverb Curiosity quintessentially Massacres cats But foxes only get caught When they feel they ‘ought So if your trap Rudimentary as it may be Manages to snag a canidae? If the swiftness of the vixen Hasn’t given it the slip? Consider this Dear huntsman And be not distressed […]

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Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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What… girl?

“You’re so lonely. So afraid to leave. At night, desperate to sleep… You imagine an ocean. I see it… I see the island.” | Kylo Ren | —   In honor of the end of an era…. The sequels that had so much potential, sadly squandered.  

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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 […]

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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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Recitation | Olena K. Davis

sweet reader, flanneled and tulled  By Olena Kalytiak Davis (www.poetryfoundation.org) — Reader unmov’d and Reader unshaken, Reader unseduc’d and unterrified, through the long-loud and the sweet-still I creep toward you. Toward you, I thistle and I climb. I crawl, Reader, servile and cervine, through this blank season, counting—I sleep and I sleep. I sleep, Reader, […]

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mon miroir d’hiver

her eyes are my eyes mountain pine fireflies reincarnate on gilded eucalyptus united for the first time beneath a December sky   her heart is my heart delicate lace valentines palpitations in thoracic tornadoes ignited like dynamite on a winter’s night   her laugh is my laugh golden ray sunshine reverberates in fields of dandelions […]

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Divinity

On the first day God created paper airplanes And with a disinterested flick of the divine wrist An immense sky became, brimming with twinkling lights For use of which he considered the gift of flight But only on the condition of wings And those would only be for bird-like things Of which he hadn’t yet […]

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The words and I

“Her heartbeat is a metaphor, a late Bloom of red flowers that refuse to fade. My darling turns to poetry at night.” – Anthony Lawrence The words and I Starry eye’d lovers aligned In the endless craving of catharsis We coalesced in the suddenness  Of our belonging, justified The words and I Swarmed by velvet […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Hymn of the Flowers

She sings to the beebalm A hymn that rightfully upends The heathens in the heliotrope She bends the milk thistle with song A migratory melody that subdues The naysayers in the nightshade With lyrical alchemy An adagio of psalms She calms the devils in the delphinium A refrain that reconciles the roses With the tyranny […]

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Because it isn’t words.

A person who thinks all the time Has nothing to think about except thoughts So – he loses touch with reality And lives in a world of illusions By thoughts I mean specifically Chatter in the skull Perpetual and compulsive repetition Of words, of reckoning and calculating   I’m not saying that thinking is bad […]

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