• a.p. duvall

Brought to you by the letter 'S/s'

Sunburst Oranges hang from

Steel beams on the sides of

Streets which I blow pass

Seeking truth and knowing I'll

Start anew the next time

Sleep evades and the

Sunrises on the opposite face

Sending my memories to

Similar doctors who prescribe

Secrets familiar only to

Socrates and other

Simple beggars who

Sit in quiet people littered

Stations grinding their patience

Singing to the creator

"So long all you suckers."

Slam the door shut when

Someone opens up the

Shadow in which I live

Swallowing my wicked

Self I walk into my house

Slowly and undercover.


Recent Posts

See All


So, there was this mile long snake in my front yard. He'd been slithering past all day it seemed, and I could still pick out shapes of what the damn thing had ate. There was a wheelchair (sans owner),

Last Living Anarchist

Say hello to the last living Anarchist Say hello to the fast dealing switch Straight and narrow strayed the arrow and forever was he taught a glass and mutable thought in a subterranean husk mimicking

Golgatha in 25 km.

Twas 14th century China, and I was perched on my village's highest defense wall, looking out into the heavens on this one particular summer evening, when it happened to me. I was concentrating a parti

© 2020 by a.p. duvall.
  • Twitter