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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Idolatry

— Idolatry materializes into visions Where the magnetic animus of language Lays upon me like a reverent lover Emphatic as Beethoven’s symphonies Our naked forms post-coital adjourned In a form of immortal beloved arabesque And there— Languishing between hypothetical existence And metaphorical ecstasy We cling to dampened sheets In a kind of sleepless contingency A […]

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Moody Wednesday Music

** Comments accidentally turned off, sorry! fixed that **   Just me diving in and out of the trees…   If you go away then you might as well…   (Imagine making music look this easy…)   With just one glance you tear my skirt…

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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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I’ll end you just the same

So has it been decided? Are you my enemy, today? Or should it be so, tomorrow? Et tu, brute? Perhaps it was yesterday? When words kamikazed? From the grandeur and the xanax? Sharpening knives over coffee? Is right now the battleground? Was our love merely a claim? Shall we kiss or draw pistols? I’ll end you […]

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{in love with the moment}

Today’s post is a miscellany of words, images, and sounds that have brought me pleasure, comfort, and inspiration as of late. I’m a firm believer in listening, even surrendering to, the ‘atmosphere’ around us. I swear our intimate spaces speak to us. But, having said that, I fully concede that I don’t have enough intel […]

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the one

I wanted to be the one to save you to pull you from the burning buildings  inside yourself I wanted to be the one to resuscitate you to breathe the life back into your open mouth I wanted to be the one to get there just in time to prevent the tragedies declaring themselves with […]

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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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velvet ribbons

velvet ribbons carefully hidden in vivid recollections smoldering incessantly in the delicate canyons between my legs resembling the devastated remnants of a forest fire velvet ribbons tied inconspicuously to the scorched branches of my past intricate memories of velvet ribbons badly disguised as metaphors kept alive in scribbled stanzas absently composed on the backs of […]

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decode

  you are so handsome it’s non negotiable face like a ransom note the curves of your mouth making harsh demands on mine you are a pretty piece of paper crisp and folded tenderly my origami Orion ciphers in those brown eyes you have trip wire hands  a morse code masculinity that I decipher in dreams […]

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Passion.

“He was like some bland sky looking down at her and waiting for her storm to spend itself. If he, like an equally primitive animal, had appeared at the other end of this desert, facing her with the same electric tension of hair, skin, and eyes, if he had appeared with the same jungle body, […]

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Composure

fantasies belong on paper where they can be confined to a parchment prison teased by the stroke of the pen testify when you open pandora’s ink box kiss the ball point stain the sheets of my notebook help me find my composure — a.duncan 2016

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