FALLING THROUGH SPACE

    Ghost clouds gather over an ice-cold ocean of marble we cannot break through. Maybe there is something deeper within its depths that we have missed.   All breath is naked. Movement has been muffed. The air rigid. Nothing left to cover up.   I blush under your absence or do I blush before […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 13, CONFESSIONS OF THE STARS

This poem was originally a part of my Joni Mitchell series from two years ago but it felt appropriate to be a part of this series of Journeys… I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, too considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 6, NAPOWRIMO

  I remember the grass damp and dark (like your hold) below my back as I sat and envied the stars for their lightness. I remember the grass heavy and harsh  (like your hand) upon my back as I sat and envied the stars for their ability  to shine through all that darkness. All words […]

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BURNING STARS 

  We are liars, all and often, lying in folds familiar, hoping for holds to fill the failure, settled into settlements we never wanted but thinking something, anything, this thing is better than nothing, while the Poet prefers to pen the pessimism than to perish with it. And still we are liars, the pen turns […]

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COMFORT IN THE CARDS

  Behind the fanfare we fan the light to make our way through another day to night. Behind the fuss we muddle through movement on route to contentment caught in quiet corners of unconsciousness, like that word on the tip of the tongue we can’t quite pronounce. On terra-cotta tiles I turn through cards of […]

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FROM AFAR

  In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming?   All words by Damien B. […]

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