dukovan : Writing

In the wake of memories.

In the wake of memories.

A Poem by dukovan


Theres a dozen blankets bunched up inside a closetNeither folded, or shaken, probably dusty,they're holding on to a families smell.A few hundred acres..
Morning routine.

Morning routine.

A Poem by dukovan


And so where should my focus be exactly? Precisely?Furthermore, I feel i should focus certain uncertainties between precisely where I'm sure........I ..
shadow in the sun.

shadow in the sun.

A Poem by dukovan


I found you a freezer, pawned off on the fourthJuly, garbage day,I was scrapping one more.It was red in the morning and you blew smoke like a ghost.Al..
memories from a porch

memories from a porch

A Poem by dukovan


When I started to die at my mom and dads house I saw the sun in the night And their son in their home. I was finally fine Now you know. I thou..
charcoal and pastel.

charcoal and pastel.

A Poem by dukovan


I was it And it was me. It had a shape I thought I'd need 'Cause It fit inside of me. I promised spring And golden rods For moving shadows in..
Wyoming winds

Wyoming winds

A Poem by dukovan


here's a house on a hill; And you never looked down. With your hot air balloon, You circled around. It was jefferson airplain And thomas the t..
reasons for the seasons

reasons for the seasons

A Poem by dukovan


Lyrics. Its a song about someone leaving home and perspectives from all sides.
our births

our births

A Poem by dukovan


Its worth mentioning fore mentioned worth In our births In our mothers births. In time we all subscribe to resign To soiled dirt. Its my life ..
brimmed hats

brimmed hats

A Story by dukovan


So, there were these kids, right? Four of them. They wore straight brim snapbacks, two black, two white with four color coded brims. From left to..
talking junk

talking junk

A Story by dukovan


Sometimes you need to know the answer to something, I mean really, truely, somewhere between the fibers of your intestines and the marrow of your eyes..