Henious Jade

she was a scorched earth birth a woman born in a fire storm in blinding white and heinous jade a glance, a taste, before the blaze torn but not from what she’s made napalm lip balm, female fusillade an incendiary legacy awakened in her mother’s veins all it takes is a list, a kiss a […]

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Operation EDEN

Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to turn Desiring this man’s gift and that man’s scope I no longer strive to strive towards such things (Why should the agèd eagle stretch its wings?) Why should I mourn The vanished power of the usual […]

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The Hand that Feeds

If you feed a stray dog, he will happily follow you. That is, until you cease feeding him. (or) If someone else comes along who feeds him more frequently. And just like that. Your best friend is off to the races with his new master. What does this teach us about the crude instincts inherent […]

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Delta of Venus and the Eternal Nothingness

    Do tell me, Anaïs— Does love’s indiscreet hungering ever wane? Will lust’s obscene loitering ever cease? Should it feel as anything less Than siphoned lightening? How does one appease the devils who dance In the rafters of recanted memories? Do beds have ghosts? Do eyes have ciphers? Do hearts have cards? Do tell […]

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Artist of the day: Hermen Anglada Camarasa

My love affair with Spanish, symbolist painters continues…  Biography via The World’s Artist: “Hermenegildo Anglada Camarasa (1871–1959) studied at the school of fine arts of the Llotja de Barcelona, where he was the student of Modest Urgell, whose work influenced his first landscapes. In 1894 he moved to Paris, where he embraced a more individual […]

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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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leones et agnos

If given the unfortunate choice Of playing the perpetual victim Or assuming the “undesirable” role Of the reprehensible villain Which would I take? Without the need to hesitate I would plainly state, “Quickly— fetch me my dagger and a goddamn cape.” If it pleases thee To burn me at the stake? That’s… actually great Fry […]

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Air drop apocalypse

“What? You seek something? You wish to multiply yourself tenfold, a hundredfold? You seek followers? Seek zeros!” – Frederich Neitzsche When left on read I will revel In the absence of shame I seek not to be ‘seen’ By these obnoxious beasts In their discount masquerade Nor need I invitation To their virtual circle jerks […]

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Until you’re satisfied

I will wait for you in a bayou Where I am requisite and unrestrained Auxiliary to predation A consonant with the feral ecology Bemused with the libertine prose  Of sweltering tides Of sheltering fugitives In utter defiance of purity A confessor to the preference For total annihilation Consoled by the throated sadism Of wayward osprey Captivated by […]

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if only

in the presence of Judas my heart’s very own saboteur I became willingly restrained with the vaguest recognition of his presence— a prisoner, convicted by my own self fulfilling prophecies the subliminal questions seemed to beg themselves “how might it be…. if I were to martyr myself? how might it feel…. if he were to […]

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v e r t i g o

tonight, I walk a fine line four stories high north by north west at the behest of a love that became a circus a side show in time I have learned to live with the vertigo and so— convincingly serene my petite, ballerina feet lipstick hue hibiscus pink waist cinched the hypnotic glint of a sequin adorned […]

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the fatal law of femininity

  the fatal law of femininity within confines articulates the gravitas of unyielding fidelity as if prison walls painted of rose briar’s are disguised from their design of captivity — a. duncan, 2019    

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woman, burning

woman,  b u r n i n g like date nights in chernobyl the noxious kisses weren’t needed and nobody reprieved it when she laid down on the core woman,  b  u  r  n  i  n  g like bullet holes in the sun the warning shots weren’t heeded and nobody believed it when she made […]

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inside me

sacred rivers flood the harvest the subtle taste of copper arouses the hungry little crocodile inside me she smiles, knowing as the Nile  teeth draped languidly over lips like ominous monoliths a creature of precious predation the absolution found here drowns in the muddy waters just as easily saints and heretics friends and enemies they all […]

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hollow (point)

today I dodged a bullet  twenty something ammunition  disguised as stale carnations the kind of flowers  given when sentiments are especially hollow (point) today he jumped the gun twelve gauge blanks disguised as sweet caresses the kind of fingers given when intentions are especially dry (fire) oh, most fortunate hesitation blessing me with  high caliber […]

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Qualified (uterine enlightenment)

i am fiercely feminine does that frighten you? my ability to incubate life within myself to sustain two heartbeats all while balancing in six inch heels should I apologize? for the threat posed by my pregnant intellect my maternal beatitude my singular victory over gendered servitude the one sector you have no business in life […]

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I wanted to be

i wanted to be your sylvia plath your wounded wordsmith brilliant and neglected the melancholy mood lingering between us perfect for composing prose the damp air of the English countryside tainted by carbon monoxide good thing you didn’t light the birthday candles – i wanted to be your anaïs nin your erotic iconoclast uncaged and courageous the feverish […]

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