PROTECTION for Poetry Day Ireland

It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Protection In many rooms, in multiple houses, in a dozen cities I pulled shadows over […]

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FOR A WHILE, TO DREAM

  I of soft nights dream above a sea of harpsichords, where clouds are cooling caramel and the stars set alight with the scent of a pristine perfume deemed delectable. I of soft nights dream neath a curve of cloistered courtyards, drunk on desires dawn will deliver as dusk dressed Diana sets to slip my […]

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CALIFORNIAN SPARK

Here in parks in Paris, France, I potter through a past so old and cold that it cannot be parted, we cannot easily outrun our own ruins while Cali beckons me with her rock and roll band; those make-me-feel-good brothers and sisters since seduced back to their former States and somewhere, in between, the loneliness […]

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THE THAW

  Blue is the breath, blue is the earth, morning, early, the sky a clean canvas of white and the earth; blue, a bed of frozen blues born from dawn’s breath, a blanket of freshly fallen slow snow, trembling along the hairs of the land, caught in the calm before the crunch, before the footprints […]

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NOSTALGIA

  Nostalgia is what we try to believe, the truth is what we try to escape. Curious how comfort can often be found cowering in the corner of a cell. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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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.1, NAPOWRIMO

  Walls can comfort or confine, fine is the line between what to fear and how to flee, freedom is not found in any one format,  it is not math, we can only count the cost of what is lost. Walls can be a comfort and still surround like a cell. All words and drawings […]

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TEDDIES AND TIDES

– I held on so long to a comfort stuffed into the curve of my arm, on nights when no one noticed the child behind this mask of man. I held on to a space outdated, to a void I thought I’d vacated, crouching into a cramped corner of considered claustrophobia, convinced I was more […]

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