BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.4, NAPOWRIMO

  I thought I would learn something more fortuitous  than just fear in those hollow halls I learned to hate, but books were not bats when boys became bullies.  Fragility can grow like strength but the wonder we weigh on the fragile flower  only overshadows  the tears that stem  beneath to petals. All words and […]

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BEAT 

  We are all of us bats beating against the darkness happy  to be closer to the heavens  than the dungeons hardly hanging on  to tissue taunt beaten down  but not broken. We are bats  beating on with a hope held out  for that white night. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly 

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RED RIBBON

You opened me You held my heart in your own bare hands beating I bared all for you I lay naked for you I shed my layers revealing, I have become undone loosened, lessened, I have been unravelled like ribbon unrolling, red knotted ribbon, like red rotting blood on the stone cold floor of a […]

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