WE WERE NOT DESIGNED TO SELF -DESTRUCT

  Fans open like a chest catching air, clouds sweep the mountain like a bellow baying, colour is just a caress away from grey, a breath can be unbearable if the body is breaking, a cloud is a cup of rain not fully considered. We climb over mountains to where the air is lighter and […]

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BROKEN BUT NOT BITTER

  I beat back the blues by licking fingers on this honeyed language we spread over the dawn of each dark day. We can be drunk on symphonies of sentences that slip shadows into sleep, I whisper of rain and you twist another truth through its tendrils to tell of something drier, warmer, more lasting […]

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THE SWEPT AND THE SWEEPERS

  Fragility falling through fine flecks of fair filigree, perfect patterns of individuality speckled on imperfect individuals. Snowflakes melt on steaming skin thin on time, too thick to break through, you cannot always sink below the surface of an iceberg, we cannot break through all that lays beneath, all the lies below the surface, it […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.12, NAPOWRIMO

  I had a hand  in every bone  that was broken  on this body. I had a hold of every hack that was heaped into this heart. I held that hand while thinking of another  once forgotten before imagining someone else I hadn’t even met, as you watched out the window as connection passed you […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

– There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than smears this still water I trudge through beIow a bitter moon that’s made his garden in this breast of man. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid of the magnetic […]

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TAKEN

  What to report? To what port must you swim, in how little can one drown (shallow is often the sister to shady) air is not anything until it is nothing   and nowhere,   (sometimes existence is only revealed through disappearance) – are you someone until you are seen in the eyes of another? […]

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THE STORY

  How does the heart still pump, how does the blood still run when these feet won’t move?   How do the bones not break, how does this skin not shed when these hands cannot hold?   We dress ourselves in solid shields of security (see this shining steel) that cannot sooth the single soul […]

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