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Anthony O'Dugan


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And so I write…
When the world sleeps
whether actually or in my mind
where only quiet exists so that I can finally hear the sound of the knock of the ones who deliver the words from worlds I only know when I am still.

And so I write…
To free…


from CRAVE 2: Forbidden Secrets

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I remember your smell from before I knew you.
The taste of our first kiss was something I recalled, like a distant memory.
When you touch me it’s as if I’m awake for the first time
free to live all the dreams I have collected,
like finding a…


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I haven’t slept for days…

My thoughts are soft swirls of purple haze.
In the middle, a minotaur, minding a maze.
Within a labyrinth of many ways,
I rage at the mirror that reflects my gaze.

Tired torpedoes fall silently still
As attacks become naps of necessity’s thrill. …


Because Print is Better Than Digital

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I’ve never been a bookworm. No one would have ever accused me of that. Prolific in other arenas, perhaps, but not in the realm of reading. I always preferred writing and I liked my own stories because they were immersive. I did read, of…


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Patent pending
Matte gloss spine-shivering
Ecstasy — unending,
When I find
my color.

Iconic is classic — direct in her demand to be noticed. I noticed when her lips never left my collar.

Coat me in waterfalls of your Black Honey, and I’ll crawl to you on my knees…


from CRAVE: House of Worship

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You watch me
Watching her
Play in her fields of gold.


Running fingers
Rubbing lingers

As a watchful
Nail of authority
Beckons me closer.

I CRAVE to know
How your fire burns
As the amber embers recall
Of a glow
Not long ago
Of when you smiled supremely…


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Ode to the Moon

Find me in the pauses
Of in-between
This and layered
Atop that
Stitched into waiting
To blossom
in the shine of your attention.

My Dear, Beautiful, Empty Moon,

You are once again empty from worry and ready to be refilled anew, as are we, the honored few who still sync…

Anthony O'Dugan

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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