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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in which I defer

It is once bitten and twice shy  The arrival of the counter-intuitive blues It is professed in the duping delight The ire of another November It is the manic transference of Mother Nature The keeper of each season’s most tyrannical secrets It is the quiet sociopathy of snow The isolation oft confused for respite It is […]

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Winter in August (the deep malaise)

in the deep malaise of the day to day we ceased seeking the ethos of Eros anesthetized by the passage of time avarice withered with atrophy resembling the gradual annihilation of wildflowers in October wounded in imperceptible increments we laid in trenches that we carved into labyrinthine canyons of unfolded laundry and there is where […]

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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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