TWO NORTHERN MAGNETS

  We scold, even at frightening distances, you burn, there, at the centre of the sun and I roar back across the stars at you, from this comet that cannot commit, at how you could run so cold. Our landings were nothing less than lumpy- you wanted to shine so I caught you that sun […]

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IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING

  We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’t […]

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WHAT LIES IN THE VALLEY

  Truth, lies, tall tales spread across the canyon of our sighs. My hope, your hurt, my side, your silence, nothing is distinguishable in this void, I cannot even identity any let up from the winter of this valley where the wind winds its way around the silent subtleties of how you express your hurt […]

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PERMISSIBLE TO ASK?

  I take the boat out on the water, rowing out to come into the stillness in this place where space is still displaced. Chez moi, c’est quoi, c’est où ? Il est permis de demander ? Merci, I say, still, when I should just stay still, like this water where I row out, stretching […]

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PAINTING

  On comes the light and I reach out for the taste of morning in an orange orchid that unfolds a sash of summer’s stock to tie its threads around the ears of anxious. On comes the morning and I stretch emerald strokes onto a light canvas pulled out across grouchy grasses that cannot see […]

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DAFFODIL DREAMS

  I climb clouds between the night’s blanketed sleep, a billowing blossom of smoke that never chokes the mountain moon, where the world is a warm walk through a blue breeze and the only plight is to find your path within a forest of daffodils on a prairie of peace. On a prairie of peace […]

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THIS HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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MOMENT AFTERWARDS 

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping.   Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before.   We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over.   […]

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A HOME FOR HOPE

  There is a gentle light shining in this place not yet home, pouring hope into a hold beginning to pull on my grip. There is a light, a subtle light adding a lightness to all that is weighing; the furniture, the fittings, the fitting into a city that has not changed during my absence […]

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A SOUL IN THE SHADOW

  She was not made for sunlight and silly, she was not designed for display and distraction. She loves moonlight where her tears find comfort in the stars and her shadow is more shelter than cell. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Based in a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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