OBITUARIES. FATHER’S DAY

  You loved watching football and found joy in the obituaries; the last lines of life after it had been lost. You liked watching the news and thrived while washing the car, in the driveway, on a Saturday and maybe again on a Sunday after handing the missal out at mass, rubbing and scrubbing over […]

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BLANK CANVASES

  Light can be ubiquitous, even in the darkness of youth but it’s not always lucid- sometimes it twists shadows into shapes that seem so much more sinister. Innocence is a bright spark that can be knocked down to stunted shadow by a thoughtless twist in the tale or a pedestal pitched at an imperfect […]

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ART ISN’T EASY

  Colour catches on canvas as we lean towards light, a beam to break the boredom like a breath above the water after diving up from darkness, ripples run across the current, ink spreads out like veins upon this page; art isn’t easy, breathing isn’t any better- both come up from down below, rise through […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; A MATTER OF MUD

  A Short Story The Americans and British were bent on finding Jim Morrison while the Irish and Japanese, for some reason, longed to add more kisses to the now ball-less Sphinx lingering over the long decayed body of Wilde, who probably watched down over their stupidity, proffered some wicked wit as their rouged up […]

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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 what smears this still water I trudge through below a bitter moon that has made his garden in this breast of man.   All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This is a […]

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NORTH OF THE NOISE

  And so I come north where the air cuts colder, where daylight is a breath that barely bays, night a blanket bound to days. I am not here to stay but on a sway through ticking time, to see what rests where the light is less, where day finds end before being truly bent, […]

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WHILE YOU WERE DREAMING

    And as you dove through distant dreams just beside me, you left to my centre, I woke to the night sky splitting above me, the stars were burning, bleeding through the darkness as the heavens opened, their gates no longer golden as the rooks took flight, soaring into my fright here in this […]

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CURLS OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS

The breath is stilled, life is sea and sky bound in a blanket of both current and cloud, moments are just impressions, reflections of all that has fallen and all that floats on the future’s feather; a fragile fluttering to the left of frame. Still is the breath, thoughts unfurl; curls of creamy consciousness, there […]

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BITTER BRIDGES

  Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness, always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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