BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 14, NAPOWRIMO

  I hear you crying from the runway, as you tried to run away, I was already off  a fold on the wings of flying while you sat there, waiting and crying, wishing colour was no more than a past  you could turn from. I hear you crying  above these clouds  I am trying to […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 9, NAPOWRIMO

  I am not comfortable when placed on pillars  of wonderment, positioned by people  who cannot see how far it is for me  to fall. Birds are born  to be a favourite of flight whereas I am just  bound to the fall; featherless and frail. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.4, NAPOWRIMO

  I thought I would learn something more fortuitous  than just fear in those hollow halls I learned to hate, but books were not bats when boys became bullies.  Fragility can grow like strength but the wonder we weigh on the fragile flower  only overshadows  the tears that stem  beneath to petals. All words and […]

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

– There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than smears this still water I trudge through beIow a bitter moon that’s made his garden in this breast of man. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid of the magnetic […]

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