No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

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Of Remnants

I don’t need a reason For I am a season I bring showers so there’s flowers in May I cower at nothing in the realm of decay I marvel at the ineptitude of contempt I exempt myself from the polemics of remnants I acquire fuel for the fire in the cull of the quiet I […]

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for i am she

  behold, for I am she the giver of destiny’s the crush of the leaves an errant drip of honey the sting of the bee ask not for autumn nor pine for eternal spring for I am hidden winter’s the vein of crimson wings seek not my gardens nor wander as the blind for I am […]

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she became

it’s terribly cold on a non sequitur throne she weeps beautiful blue icicles reflective as scepters trophy wife shelved kept in perpetual winter frigid beds betray  the deep red memory of a girl burning and suddenly numb grey days she became kept delicate as glass frozen in a crown   (for now) — a. duncan […]

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