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. […]

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Can’t be recalled

— I have never Kissed you And I Never will And I Refuse to Miss someone That doesn’t Exist You were Just A figment To begin With A phantom I imagined And you Were much Better in My head Than you Will ever be In reality And even then That perfect Fantasy The concept Of […]

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What says the heart

What says the heart betrayed? Does it count aloud the hours with resign? Does it curse the astrological malign? Like some kind of pulmonary Gemini Mercury in self destructive retrograde What says the heart scorned? Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar? Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”? Like some kind […]

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Ode to Selene

The night is long and sorrow’s drowsy Yet sleep evades on halcyon wings The mercurial deity drifts listlessly Between seraphic embankments Of alabaster clouds Adoringly draped Across a crescent shaped raft She radiates with unalloyed solace Deluging the deserving In a chernobyl green tranquility She wavers with the same lackadaisical vertigo As apis mellifera love […]

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Death to Lust

Elegy to fantasies, proven false— Awoken in the clemency of dawn A jagged horizon doused with vagrant elegance The sun pours itself without a hint of contempt For the repetition of cosmic chore Fragmenting through umber drapes A muddied hypnosis, box fan billowing Coquettish, butterfly kissing The splinters of a sagging windowsill Oriel crop dusted […]

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Escape from waking

Dearly departed William Dwells in eternal repose Having composed his ode’s Blood of the mind disclosed By gentle shine of beeswax His wisdoms kin to flaxen sheep That lie quietly among iambic lions Lulled to sleep by the weeping Of star cross’d tragedy His solemn muse declare’d indiscreet To sleep, perchance to dream… For therein […]

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dream confessor

be mine, tonight when you lay down your head whether in dreams or terrors in prayers left unsaid may your thoughts have lips confessor’s to sin may you wake up forgiven by the saints in my skin — a. duncan, 2019     Artwork by Jeremy Mann https://redrabbit7.com

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linger like the moon

sometimes I imagine your bed and you, in it murmuring incoherently between restless gusts of sleep frustrated by the dreams where you still can’t escape your own idiosyncrasies stomach in celtic knots fate’s clever and cruel manner of reminding you that you’re handsome not invincible so the story goes i linger like the moon a […]

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here, in dreams

in sentimental dreams I return to levitate down haight street with chrysanthemum’s in my hair where a beggar once told me “there’s no gravity in memories there’s no actual point in lucidity” so I just surrender to the skies behind my kaleidoscope eyes here, where my mind’s time machine is powered by polaroid’s flipping frantically […]

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