Words and painting by Damien B. Donnelly
TIDES
Words and painting by Damien B. Donnelly
Poems, Poetry, Poets
Some lays of the Fianna, translated from the Irish by Annraoi de Paor with illustrations by Tim Halpin
Spoken Word - Poetry, Flash Fiction, Prose
The Things That Are In My Head.
Stay Bloody Poetic
Author of 'Unmuted', 'Saudade' and 'Psychopathogen'
home of the elusive trope
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
Words about pictures by Michael Scandling
Writing, Poetry & Creativity | Angela T Carr, Dublin, Ireland
Kay McKenzie Cooke Website & Blog
Happy Soul🌙☀
My journey through photography
landscape and change
My poetry is my religion.
Colouring Outside The Lines
Expressing moments of Inspiration within a cozy setting
"He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Ps 147:3
Meanderings and Commentary
Art • Nature • Exploration
A Photographic Journey Through South Staffordshire
Amidst the chaos of Kashmir and confusion of medical sciences, let's do something that we really love - write!
Poetry inspired by ethereal feelings, life events and personal philosophy.
A Journal of Brief Literature
Film, Music, and Television Critic
Writer
Art and Lifestyle by Brandon Knoll
New Zealand
French magazine - art & visual culture
A palette of general thoughts & travel stories from all around the world
Jack Bennett
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
a poetry blog & online home to the work of José Angel Araguz, Ph.D.
Damien B. Donnelly 
Truths.
Looks great on a big page (cf. small on twitter), all dreamy and colourful and clever. Yes, clever creative you 🙂
Thank you my lovely. Hope you and Nigel are well. Awful that NZ is facing another round of Covid but your leader is blooming impressive! Numbers rising here again. 200 new cases yesterday which is dreadful and it’s not even winter and flue season yet! Here’s to brighter days
80% infected are Pacific Islanders so I’m concerned for their community in Auckland. The first social gathering Nigel went to (back in July) he got a yuk cold and then I got it. Lesson learned. We’ve decided to stay away from indoor gatherings and make it our policy not to shake hands. We’ve been merrily going to cafes recently though, taking care to maintain distance. I love your country and I’m sad to hear about the resurgence – much worse than ours. Much love to you and your mum! Take care.
magical (K)
Thanks Kerfe ☘️💚
This poem is a lot of fun, Damien, and I read the stanza in columns, which seems to the way you intended judging from the rhymes, in rows, and in spirals ending in the middle. The stanzas worked really well no matter how I read them, though the final feeling is a bit different depending on whether I end with “We can only swallow so much” or “While never letting go of the truth of where we will dig our graves.”
I like the idea of the mixing of the reading. I didn’t see this myself so will have to go back- it’s like one of those 80’s books that had multiple endings 🤭