THE BURDEN OF BEAUTY

  I walk under the bloom As branches bend with beauty, Not all perfection is weightless, Even the blossom must bare its Burden upon a branch All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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MOTION

We stop and start like trains caught between tracks, caught between the gaps of where to go and how to get back. We stop and start like trolleys left wheel veering right, right wheel now left of the centre but the centre falls apart. We stop and start like breath the taking in and letting […]

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HALIBUN, BREATHTAKING

Round runs the route over rolling rocks to mouths of baying blue where sand is seduced by the suckle of the sun soaked shore as diamonds dart above the depths. Cut is the coast into rugged regal, beauty the more buoyant when more is taken and the frailty unfolds. By this bay of breathtaking, this […]

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THE GARDEN

The oracle speaks: Go Goddess, chant my wants on your wind; elaborate fluff & lazy diamond dreams, whisper me with delirious honey, drive me to drunk, to drool, I will lick language languid from the beauty of your breast. Sordid is screaming but I hear a sweet symphony has grow upon those smooth skins of […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.30, NAPOWRIMO

  We are born through barriers that break, water carriers through canals  into comfort and concerns  were borders are built to nurture nature while we are compartmentalised, still, more silent, less severe; fortunate, less so, white, less so, gay, straight, one gender,  less gender, clever, less so,  a part of peace  or placed into parts  […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

  I have parts of me  twisted like rotten roots  in drying soil and parts of me  supple as feverish fruit, thirsty for attention. I am both  crumbling skin trying to flee this figure and sides so smooth that they offer little hold. I have broken borders to be free and built boundaries  to hide […]

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