Between the lines and through the lens…
A navy jumper, twice monthly washed, a blue shirt and striped tie with a red thread. Grey trousers growing tighter though not getting any longer. I was 12 in patient leather shoes with points to piece the playground’s pricks, all sweaty under pit and after-school spit and fearless, only, in the face of other […]
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I recall when you were loutish in the school yard and I was fair game- light footed fairy in search of darker corners, a sun should never shine at the shit end of any storm or abandon fear until he’s felt the blow of a fist. I was light and you miscreant monster of […]
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For every push, for every jibe, for every spit upon my childhood, my conditioning, my inability to conform, I kept walking onwards believing I was better, never being allowed to acknowledge how I’d been broken, how I’d carry these bullies like bites to forever sting beneath the skin. All words and drawings by Damien […]
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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 […]
Read More…A word to the ghosts of schoolyard bullies- Pity be the Preposterous, for profanity perishes before it prevails.
Read More…I crept through corridors Crying as a kid In the corruption of Cusses and curses, Cruel and cringeworthy Comments carried on carelessly As comedy from cunning clowns Whose calculus capabilities Calculated to nothing more than Calamitous catastrophes. And so, to cover up this calamity, I became their casualty, Caught up in a cross fire Of […]
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