CALIFORNIAN SPARK

Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.21, NAPOWRIMO

  Snow is no different to sun; it falls and we, in turn, slip silent under its blanket before it dissolves on skin  still tingling from its touch. I recall the heat we made every morning I wake up  and feel the caress  of the cold. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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SEASONS TURNING 

  Trees tremble in winter’s clutch, hardening soil hardens hearts, frost will follow till spring’s breath beckons icicles to gently weep.   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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FLAP AND SNAP

  Daddy didn’t now how to say it, didn’t know how to do it, Daddy didn’t know how to ask it, but Daddy knew how to break it, like it broke before, like they broke him before, like they beat him to the floor and the butterfly flaps his wings in confusion in the garden […]

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COLOUR ME

White light And blue skies, Ice cold And endless goodbyes. Maybe tomorrows And meaningful glances, Everything to risk So neither advances. White light Brightens the skies, A frozen moment When eyes are on eyes. Forbidden fruit Could taste so sweet, Getting hard to resist But never we cheat. A white light From a clean heart, […]

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To the East of Ignorance

I had wanted to show you it all; For you to revel As much as I In the magnificence I had seen And felt. Perhaps it was my fault- In the extreme- Maybe my blinkered view, Like the race horse- Seeing only the green of the track And the glory of the win ahead While […]

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