IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING

  We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’t […]

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HOUSE. HOME. HARBOUR

  Spiral. Sea. Sound. Snail shell. Seashell. Cochlea. Calm. Current. Cacophony. Hollow to house. Hollow to harbour. Hollow to hear. Slow. Sand. Sense. Snail Shell. Seashell. Cochlea. A house. A home. A harbour for the sound of everything.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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BETTER THAN NOTHING

  We ate horse, once, at a corner table in a candlelit basement at Juuri’s- everything difficult to distinguish, in a trend filled restaurant where I’d blagged us a table with what you called my Irish charms that your French ones lacked in buckets. Earlier, we’d flown across the water on a large ferry to […]

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COMING BACK TO COURAGE

  I’d heard of songs being sung in other fields before I could even read the notes. Sometimes scores are set before the scenes have even been shot. Brave, they said, but I shrugged and set off. I had yet to learn how fear could freeze. A fool’s soliloquy is often lighter than the enlightened […]

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BOUND

  You draw my attention from pondering path like thoughts collected in a well-worn carpet and make me wonder, as with love and hate, which came first- bark almost buried to blind or the sweet lie of this lichen grown around your years as if you where the whole to its being, the breath to […]

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BETWEEN THE COURSES AND THE CLOTH

  Gracious and godly, if I recall correctly, you sat stocky at the table and told us your passions for paintings and pretty things and how you’d fallen often, of late, on bended knee over a foreign body to worship the whole beauty of his being. I was shy of 20 at the time, new […]

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A SONG ABOUT THE SPIRALS

  The circles spiral. Goodbye is not a definitive swan song. Time cannot be buried in a single spot. Early evening and the sun no longer sets in this kitchen that watches the seasons turn without comment. The sills have new shadows we have not yet named. This morning broke over fallen feathers and for […]

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WEEKEND POETRY PROMPTS FOR POETRY IRELAND

  Poet in Residence at Poetry Ireland Catherine Ann Cullen (@tarryathome) sets daily poetry prompts for adults and kids to keep everyone creative during the Covid pandemic and this weekend I am the guest Poetry prompter. There are prompts for adults and for kids and you can post your poems on my link on twitter […]

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SUPREME

  I loved China Beach, as a boy and its opening theme tune- Miss Ross belting out her light voice; Reflections of the way life used to be, reflections of… I was too young then to understand anything deeper than the melody that rose in me while the meaning sank, of an age then that […]

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