IN BETWEEN THE LIVING AND THE SLEEPING

  Packed like yams into dusty carriages we watch from the safety of our sitting room where Nana used to sit and iron by the table and Pop, in the corner, with his pipe, now just names in prayer and that picture of their wedding on a wall that still stands and they, long taken […]

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STILL A SWAY TO THE FINAL ANCHOR

  Sea claims what man can no longer cradle but time’s tales can be freed from nasty nets when the wreck is beyond want, when the cable has been cut and we come to the call of the current. Rough becomes rust becomes wrecked becomes ruin, might becomes memory. Day is done but night unfolds […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; WATCHING YOU WATCHING ME

   The Dead one I woke to a mouth already swallowing the claustrophobic earth that mounded itself over my naked torso like crumble over stewed apples waiting to be crisped but I couldn’t feel the warmth of an oven, even buried, as I was, so close to the sparks of hell but, instead of digging […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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THROUGH THE SANDS

  And when they danced she would hold him, her perfume by his face, his hands as her strength as they waltzed through their current as the tides swept the shore, through love and labour, to the first born, still born, through the twins who stopped the tears and the girls who tied the bows […]

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IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO 2, NAPOWRIMO

You cannot go back, to return does not mean to rerun, I recognise these streets, recall a certain laugh, a twisted lie, an open door, but my footprints have changed, I cannot find the same sunflower I drew when I was younger than this youth I now cling to and so many  of those old […]

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AGE IS JUST A NUMBER TO COME BACK TO

  At 9 I wanted to be 19, at 19 I had no idea the walls I would climb to reach 29, at 29 I had no idea of the roads that would lead me to 39, at 43 I’m happy to still know the way home.   All words by Damien B. Donnelly. Picture […]

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POLAROID 

  Camera stands to capture all the memory cannot hold. Stand. Strike. Flash before we fade. I hold a younger you in my older hands; lips just settling after a smile and your eyes; forever with questions I couldn’t answer and now all that stands is our silence; for the voice is never part of […]

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THE RETURN TO THE WATER

  At 20 I was reckless, I waded into waters with careless concern for direction. At 40 I had grown to understand grounding; it was not the water that rushed through me but the bed my body rested on. I stand again over the waters, rushing always onwards, but have found my place in a […]

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