WHEN ONE HAS PERSPECTIVE AND THE OTHER JUST THE SHELL

Sun shines over sea shell. One holds an echoand the other; a memory of how it feltbeneath the wave, before it dug up the word drought. From this angle, I can see the water consideringits return, but I hold the perspective of distanceand the shell; only sand. And that echo of the sun burning. Sun […]

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Deep Time Day

Today saw the official launch of Deep Time vol 2 from Black Bough Poetry, their latest poetry anthology following the success of Deep Time vol 1 this summer and all involved were asked to make a video of their work to promote the collection on social media platforms today. This is my video poem; Up […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY TRUNKS TELL TALES

I wonder, as with love and hate,which came first- bark almost buried blindor the sweet lie of this lichen grown over as if you where the breath to its lung,the furrow to its field, the ground to its grass, the remnants of its final stand. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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THE AMBIGUOUS PASSING OF THE PASTORAL

Things move slowly here like the browningof a leaf, like the lichen along the barkthat comes on like considered kissesto comfort the cold and some things just stick like the tossed blue bag the wind has woundaround the briar, like the damp within the bricksof those choked up cottages not even demandwill come to disturb. […]

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Neuro Logical Magazine

Yesterday my poem Promises Made at Lombards came out in Ireland’s Neuro Logical Magazine. Paris, the late 1990’s, before the millennium, before I knew London, Amsterdam, the value of a basic bike or how cold it would be to live on a barge or had any idea that I would find my way back to […]

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