He was tame, if truth be told-a curtain twitching kind of fool-heartedguard dog making studies of how the othersmade their way through the humdrum.He was sturdy in routine, if not stature-nose in the paper after the Six O’clock newson the far edge of the sofa every night,inside-out sweaters on a Saturdayand passing round the basketinContinue reading “He Didn’t Bite, NaPoWriMo”
All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
Everything is about numbers;numbers to hold,numbers to call,numbers to count you back to when you last came,to where you came from,to the miles you’ve movedsince then, the things you lost,the weight you gained, waiting.Everything is about numbers;race,pace,the breath you chase,the peace once possible,the place you never knew you were meant to be inin relation toContinue reading “The Sum Of”
I saw fateDrunk in some caféEyes of moon and pretty menPretty buttons and a bow tieTombs in eyesA percolator for dreamersHiding bottles before gorgeous wings. Fly away! Love got lostIn a blue lightLives in the devilPours out like holy wineA mouth like yours knows your deedsStay to bleed? You are my fateFly!
In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circles ripped with hurricanes. The wind reached for my hand,saw me old,took contradictions & splashed themon my brow. Should I make them valentines;the trails, the test? One loves more. One loves less. This ring we’re in; let them lose, win? In the airport barhe was wearing my eyes;circlesContinue reading “The Lounge of No Departures”
We pick things, pull things,up from under, roots, weeds,things we dropped, things to distract,flowers to fill the spaces since vacated.We pick things, pull things. We keep things, store things,in boxes, under beds, in sheds,under sheets; your stool of supportwhere you watched us, running; out, off, gone.We keep things, store things things we didn’t know, thenhowContinue reading “There are limits to what we can hold on to”