WINTER 2018, Scribe Base Online Magazine

Winter 2018 So honored to be part of the Winter 2018 Scribe Base online magazine with my poem Snow Falling and overjoyed to be sharing the pages with poetry and artwork from the Uber talented Kerfe from https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2018/02/26/three-in-winter-2018-issue-of-scribebase/ Drop over to Scribe Base and download the issue here: https://scribebase.wordpress.com/past-issues/2018-issues/winter-2018/ Thank you to Scribe Base for […]

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A KISS OF A WISH

– I kissed a wish once when time was tender as flora, to swim as I fish once, I wished. I kissed a wish once when hope was all that I had, to be fine as a fish once, I wished. I kissed a wish once when cornered by courtiers too curt, to be free […]

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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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CRACKS

  I had you, for a while, at hello till I turned out to be someone you didn’t know as the sun set and the shadows slipped over uncertainty, like obscurity was a form of security to cover those curt corners you’ve learned to conceal instead of trying to heal, concerns you’ve turned into crutches, […]

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THE CYCLE

– Come the cycle wild through this dawn of the daffodil, I will be a vine in blossom, a blanketed spring upon the prairie, a seed of song to follow the frost and you; the sun in a season too sweet for shade. – All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid […]

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A DEER BY A DOLMAN IN DUBLIN

– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]

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TEDDIES AND TIDES

– I held on so long to a comfort stuffed into the curve of my arm, on nights when no one noticed the child behind this mask of man. I held on to a space outdated, to a void I thought I’d vacated, crouching into a cramped corner of considered claustrophobia, convinced I was more […]

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SEASONAL CYCLES

– Winter’s withering winds rustle through berry’s blossom in the gentle dawn, falling on these days of the daffodil. I walk by wild water in a world wild of will. Bloom beneath spring summer; a blanket beautiful, seasons are cycles, sweet that song from seed to stone. All words by Damien B. Donnelly influenced by […]

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