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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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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Therapy Session

I have something to confess Without coercion or duress And this isn’t easy for me in the least but— My therapist says that honesty is the best policy And apparently transparency is necessary For unabridged progression toward emotional prosperity And everyone knows  It’s wise to assign monetary value To psychological complexity And since no one […]

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flirtation in the third person

  She drinks to herself Until dazed with liquid mischief A hedonist that fiends for the libertine A voyeur of her own volition She stares into the abyss and the abyss Blows back suggestive kisses As if— It already knows She belongs to lands of agony To vermillion bridges With ledges that dare lover’s to […]

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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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of deserving

let it be said i was deserving of a season that gave of itself selflessly an autumn indiscriminate in its devotions loving in the shedding of its leaves gusts of vermilion ardency surrounding me temperatures bowed in worship giving frantic shape to breath amid the abiding fragrances of fresh tobacco clean linen, cardamom a season […]

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reputation

my reputation precedes black hole cheekbones wildflowers for eyes born of addictive bloodlines resolute in an organic rebellion that is purely my own wild like a drunken moon chasing what if’s and very soon’s passionate as cleopatra on egyptian aphrodisiac’s enraged by the suggestion of patience, of quiet and resolute piety I speak in storms […]

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the rebel writhes

“Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.” – Oscar Wilde, A Woman of No Importance   self imposed insomnia and the chemical intoxication of sleep deprivation she’s a clever little catastrophe chasing highs and unconditional flattery the rebel writhes as nile length legs snake through Egyptian cotton sheets  lips still […]

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