invasive species

a melancholy moss climbs

the vulnerable walls

of my humid heart

each hollow beat

nourishing a coup détat

this…

forlorn sort of foliage

unwanted yet unavoidable

crawling up my veins

as if

deluged storm drains

crowding the cracks

that once gave light

permission to enter

asphyxiating reconciliation

with consequential perfection

this…

invasive species of sorrow

encouraged by the fallacy

that love is anything

but war

that desertion has virtue

and emotion

should be withheld

a. duncan, 2018

 

 

 

 

Featured artwork:

– “Little Prince and Moss People:” Kim Simonsson at Galerie Forsblom, Helsinki
– Fred Tomaselli : Bouquet – Salle VII – Le Mythe de la fleur de van
– Gel Pen Drawings by Magdalena Korzeniewska

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"She would fill endless notebooks with stories about the characters in her life, their impressions, words, friends, lovers, inspirations, fantasies. She spent her days dreaming up worlds where they fit together in visions; the if only, the never again, the someday. Those who knew her best would describe her as a creature with a clear and sometimes painful sense of herself; furious with ideas and convictions, to a point that she frightened love away with discernment and a relentless strength of character."

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