BETWEEN THE PANES

  Before the #NaPoWriMo kicks in with its 30 days of 30 new poems, (who is taking part?) here is a little chilling tale of ghostly goings on between the window panes… Between the Panes A short story by Damien B. Donnelly The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a […]

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TALES ALONG THE STREETS OF A TIME NOW DEPARTED

  Sitting by gas fires having gas craic where once there were open fires, tended fires, were once the ceilings rose higher and the walls seemed wider as if now weighed down with habits and history, tales burn bright like turf taking flight, blazing through time, a string of stories flickering fine in the evening’s […]

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SOMETHING SWEET, DAMIEN’S KITCHEN CREATIONS

  I love cooking, but baking is the art of the kitchen and, of course, the quickest way to a happy heart. (or a big ass!). These are a few of my favourite creations over the years…  Chocolate sponge cake with raspberries and frosted chocolate icing Baked mars bar cheesecake with pistachio and marzipan xmas trees […]

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EYE SEE

  I eye I see a head in the frame, a wall frame, a half frame, a half head, a half of me, a reflection of who I am, of what you see, part of a picture framed before finished I eye I see myself, a self I have created, centered, assembled, to show you […]

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A SEAT ON THE TRAIN

  A factory man forged in fights on streets and bars on iron clad nights and a local girl born and raised in longing, loss and dreams unglazed who crash sometimes behind the shades to drink, to fuck, to drop their blades on this desert town of dirt and dust, of cactus, crows and mounting […]

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FIRST THRUST

  There in the crook of hope, like fluff caught in the navel, of youth barely tasted, (I had barely licked air) of freedom newly found, (note: first flights often fail) of fulfillment before it failed (before we faded), I am in a bed in Belfast no longer bloody (the city not yet I) no […]

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