THERE IS EGO IN EVERY STEP

  The trail is not simply sewn with a needle of the sun threaded through the eye of the moon even if I sometimes feel the pinch of that warm stitch as I reach out to that small step claimed for man. Thought is not always free from guilt- we cannot get close to the […]

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DAWN CHORUS

  I wonder did Brontosaurus give as much thought to the dawn chorus as we do    or was he happy merely surviving, not constantly deriving illusions to fulfill our own delusions of grandeur. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #ShapePoetry

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 7; EGO, I GO

  I feel you twitching beneath the skin, itching, supple suggestions slipping into sinew, a subtle sonar to syncopate the sinus, incapacitate, to alter the ego; ego goes to id, super slipping on its own judgement, but if the ego goes, I go; ignite darkness. I feel you pulsing, pounding pressure beneath the parts still […]

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