ENTANGLEMENTS

There is beauty and there is decay, they are gardeners of the same plot, seeking sustenance from the same sun, shade from the same soil, one awaits the wonder of the weather, the other; weathered by her ticking thunder. There is beauty and there is decay, they are inseparable, one holding fast to its height, […]

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DARK LIGHT, PART 1: FAR FROM

  And slow falls the heaven’s breath, drawing on those days of dawns; dewy with that blanket white crispness below the song of the bluebird (do you see; beauty can be blue even when the bird isn’t black) soft thrills trembling through the forest as fine folds of frosty fur find its form in frozen […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.22, NAPOWRIMO

  On blood soaked walls  he painted his pain  in shades of scarlet  crying, on walls worked red he captured the child with cries that still  are drying, on scarlet walls he hung his hurt on hooks too high  to handle, in rooms since then he sees that shade still kindling  in the dwindling candle. […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.16, NAPOWRIMO

  For every push, for every jibe, for every spit upon my childhood, my conditioning, my inability to conform, I kept walking onwards  believing I was better, never being allowed  to acknowledge how I’d been broken, how I’d carry  these bullies like bites to forever sting  beneath the skin. All words and drawings by Damien […]

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