Damien B. Donnelly (that would be me, most of the time) returned to Ireland in 2019 after 23 years exploring the lights and shadows of Paris, London and Amsterdam. He began writing as a child, mostly poetry questioning identity, fragility, sexuality and connection to what was around him and all that he wanted to reach out to. He dreamed of becoming a fashion designer but was never far form a pen and notebook.
His interests now revolve around falling over (and over) and learning how to get up again while making delicious cakes (carrot cake supreme). He is finishing his first fictional novel and dreams of opening a writer’s retreat one Covid-free day on the West Coast of Ireland.
He’s been featured in numerous books and magazines including ‘Second Chance’ from Original Writing, ‘Body Horror Anthology’ from Gehenna & Hinnom, ‘Nous Sommes Paris’ from Eyewear Publishing commemorating the Paris attacks 2015 and The Runt Magazine. Online, he’s been featured in Black Bough Poetry, Coffin Bell, Firefly Zine, Scribe Base, Barren Magazine, and the inaugural issue of Fahmidan Journal. He recently won the Holding It Together, Apart Creative Writing Competition and had his winning poem narrated by Anne Doyle for a YouTube video and his short story will appear in the Ray Darcy RTE Anthology ‘A Page from your Life’ in December 2020. Eat the Storms is his debut collection of poetry and is published by The Hedgehog Poetry Press.
‘For this debut pamphlet collection I wanted to bring the reader on a journey, starting with a soft moon on a sun-drenched beach, a blazing white light like a blank canvas of possibility and, from there, add colour to that emptiness, incorporating both light and shade, a journey that required all senses at once; to test the running water of the riverbed with your tongue, to hear the pout of a ruby red lip while slowly exploring what happens when colour gives in to shadow, when shade threatens fragility as we are faced with our own fears before bringing us back again into the light, seeing that same fragility as our force and not our failure while holding hope in place of time that can never be held. I imagined being able to find a way to paint behind the light, to add breath to all that is unbearable so as to swallow the truth and release the lies we stuff into the cracks of the canvas.’
‘Eat the Storms, Mother said,
boil these beds of bitter blackness
until the dream rips through the rain
and translucent turns to trust.’
Contact Damien at firstname.lastname@example.org