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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naked eye

Surface of silver, unerring Obligated to none, as Sylvia told Pristine mimicry, save for subconscious Smudges of identity, an inheritance Without frivolity, such docile echoes Ghosts in the glass, void of flattery Objective oculus, brutalities bare Impartial lens, revelations of subtlety Arbitrator of self, quietly beholden To the naked eye   | a. duncan, 2019 | […]

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Return to sender

  she was a beveled mirror in a room of crown moldings  a crystalline caveat maneuvering light with effortless multi facet a voyeur trapped in lonesome looking glass  returning all things to sender devoted in reflecting a mundane landscape so undeserving of her brutal truths calmly depicts uninspired architecture the pale rosettes exactly as they are […]

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