THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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MY THREE FATES

  I- The original   Water                            floods flesh From carnal comes forth     creation Washed in sin and they watch. In judgement Water releases               hold Sign away the rights                to his name   II- The Second Coming   Tears flood                   drained desert She will be  an ocean             once more Blood             […]

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ORIGINAL SONGS

  Here now, flown back to nest since moved in absence, these streets hold no shadows of my former shyness, they do not call me by nickname, or your name. I was never open enough then to be called by your name, their name, his name, back then when there was no him and barely […]

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THE JUDGEMENT OF THE SHADOWS

  Did we smile at each other, at least, at all, before the bond broke that day, that morning, after the dawn rose in all its innocence, imperceptive of how it would part us, ignorant of the virtue you’d lost and the sadness it would cost. And did you feel the judgment of the shadows? […]

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TURBULENT SACRIFICE

  Mama was an unmarried mother at the end of the summer of 75 as Joni hissed of the snakes in the gardens of complacency where ignorance was still very much alive. Mama was only a girl in the growing and possibly no more than just 18 when she bent down and placed a kiss […]

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BLUE MOON

The moon was a blue whisper and beauty a delirious ache even the breath could not crush, a sorrow born in summer under a sky of shadows. I picture you; petrified over a pool of pulsing pain. I run, often to leave before being left. Like once I was left? And the moon was a […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 5; IN PARALLEL

— What if we coexist CONCURRENTLY, incredibly? What if we are dancing through this DUALITY, indelibly? What if we are persons in parallel, APART? What if our only difference was our start? What if there were CHOICES in the past, that existed? What if there were bonds that held tight, that RESISTED? What if FREEDOM […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 5, NAPOWRIMO

  I slipped from birth  wet with tears  into arms stretched out in hope, from womb to ward  to other woman,  I slipped from birth  into being;  being had, being held, being handed over, to being held again. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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