CRIMSON CONSIDERATIONS ON CARRIAGES KISSING

  A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]

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A WHISPER IN THE FADING LIGHT

  I heard them marching through the streets of Madrid, at midnight, under the first floor moonlight as you sang me songs strung from their souls, men marching a million miles away, a million years away from the momentary memory we were making, your fingers stroking the strings I’d pulled too tight on the guitar […]

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ATTENTION

  We are nothing if not tight twists forever turning to be caught from our best angle. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.24, NAPOWRIMO

  I constructed in concrete  so many conditions  to keep me away, like walls to fold me in  and hold you out, but with every kiss the bricks dissolved like snow melting in the heat of the sun that rose again when I thought our foundation had melted. All words and drawings by Damien B. […]

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CONCRETE CANDY

  Perfumed kiss and velvet poison, caramel can be a concrete candy, I blush, almost broken, a prisoner to this ocean of long grass and liquid sky, this smoky glass, darkly dazzling.   A wild flower is not a sister of peace, fire is not a dance easy to put out.   All words by […]

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HUNGER, A SHORT TALE OF HORROR

  The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]

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ADDICT 

  Slip me in like a pill, ride these waves, this thrill. We are supplements to sensations, swimming upstream; salmon fighters, fresh for flesh, eager igniters. Lick these lips, take me; this pill, me green and you blue, there is no choice, addiction is not a selection but a devouring infection. You are base now […]

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