The Ebb Within

Arrested upon the breakers A flirtatious aeration in apex Devours itself in elliptical gasps An alabaster froth that wafts In infinite reincarnate Beneath the taloned feet Of molting osprey Whose umber feathers, splayed Are lost to another onslaught Asunder swells of seraphic saline A chaotic order, borderless Belonging to a meticulous, aqueous body With its […]

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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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Like Milk Only Not Milk

It isn’t as if I’m not already fully aware of the fact It flatters you to see that I hate you enough To weave that hostility into my poetry You get a cheap kind of thrill Watching my heart spill Into those words It’s like milk Only It’s not milk Severed arteries pour Onto the […]

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Jack Of All Trades

there is such a nonsense to us a tepid little timepiece tucked away on a tarnished chain it chandelier hangs from a breast pocket precipice reminding of vanity’s futility  of flattery and rabbit dander because technically nothing’s nonexistent and everything’s contingent on byproducts of subconscious infatuation is both inherent and absent when one desires without strings waltzes […]

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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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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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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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dear dionysus

if only you knew  about the letters I’d written in my head to no one in particular also to someone  and maybe, even a few  were addressed to you in torrential ballpoint scarlet letter ‘A’ for ‘April’ or ‘Antigone’ and possibly ‘arsenic’, or ‘annihilation’ all those words are interchangeable, anyway my filigree cursive bleeds with […]

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Explain yourself

Fifteen minutes of waxing poetic about… poetry! Its nuisances, it’s intimate and inimitable creation. Writing; it’s a process, isn’t it? I’m very interested in your thoughts, your techniques, your secrets.

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impeccable

my intentions announce themselves in embossed calligraphy intricate parchment lacerations a sleeve worn valentine a woman’s heart is her meaning is her art no lingering questions nothing about me is left to interpretation and the details are impeccable — a. duncan, 2018     (gorgeous paper sculptures by the impeccable elsa mora)

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pretty polyhymnia

she wanted to be the catalyst the inexplicable force that begged his pen to press into the naked moleskine pages the marrow in his metaphysical quill ‘mark them, make them yours’ she wanted to be the collaboration the cathartic bleed of ballpoint ink and the absorption of the vellum ‘tell them, make them hear you’ […]

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