FREEDOM IS A WISH ON THE WIND

  I steal deep into space, in the far field- inches are miles these days and miles can hold worlds. I kick imaginary balls into empty posts and run tracks that dig circles around the turns I cannot take. The eye spots white specs, like snowflakes, dancing on the far side of deep ditches- daisies […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.30, NAPOWRIMO

  We are born through barriers that break, water carriers through canals  into comfort and concerns  were borders are built to nurture nature while we are compartmentalised, still, more silent, less severe; fortunate, less so, white, less so, gay, straight, one gender,  less gender, clever, less so,  a part of peace  or placed into parts  […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

  I have parts of me  twisted like rotten roots  in drying soil and parts of me  supple as feverish fruit, thirsty for attention. I am both  crumbling skin trying to flee this figure and sides so smooth that they offer little hold. I have broken borders to be free and built boundaries  to hide […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.28, NAPOWRIMO

  Walls cannot keep us from war, defences are not always the deterrent, destiny is not capable  of being confined in a cage. I captured a corner of comfort  but it grew cold,  capturer and captive,  alone is not alive, solitude is not always  the solution when looking for solace. All words and drawings by […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.27, NAPOWRIMO

  I have these lines on my skin  that illuminate  when the light fades as if to ruminate  on the tracks  you’ve traced  along these veins   like sparks still falling  after the light  has parted. All words and drawings 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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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.22, NAPOWRIMO

  On blood soaked walls  he painted his pain  in shades of scarlet  crying, on walls worked red he captured the child with cries that still  are drying, on scarlet walls he hung his hurt on hooks too high  to handle, in rooms since then he sees that shade still kindling  in the dwindling candle. […]

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