8 HAIKU AFTER ULYSSES, BLOOMSDAY

  1 Nimbly leaping, Wing-like hands all fluttering. The forty-foot hole. 2 Make room in the bed Said he with key now at hand And plump body plunged. 3 Tell him she says but What can he do, if not smoke? Life’s not a rose bed. 4 Lethargy. Flowers. The air feeds most. Sensitive. Botanic […]

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FREEDOM IS A WISH ON THE WIND

  I steal deep into space, in the far field- inches are miles these days and miles can hold worlds. I kick imaginary balls into empty posts and run tracks that dig circles around the turns I cannot take. The eye spots white specs, like snowflakes, dancing on the far side of deep ditches- daisies […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, JARDIN DES SERRES, PARIS

  All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly A lot of photographs, I know, I did edit, I promise, I took over 250 photos in about an hour while skipping like a 4 year-old around the place that was practically empty. I think this might be the city’s best kept secret and ‘how dare you’ Roland […]

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A FISH CAUGHT ON THE CURVE OF THE MOON

  Love is a red Russian rose on the run, a bouquet to brush the blues from their burdens. Hope is his hand on her head in the night, taking flight as that blue bird darkens. But her moon was in Pisces and she was said to be expunged by her sensitive soul but in […]

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TATTERED BROWN TROUSERS

  Father ate all the flowers in the back garden because he couldn’t swallow the promise of happiness that bloomed within the home he couldn’t find his root within. Father left all the flowers in the front garden, too proud for others to see him pulling from the soil everything he needed help with but […]

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