I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 8; TAXI DRIVER

  A constant darkness, the future unfolds like the road; route unknown, the past ever present but kissed goodbye; my lips still taste of yesterday, my hips the heat of your caress that has since slipped from these sheets. I was always bound to restless, to rest less and less, I am creature creative; a constant […]

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RARE GLIMPSE

  I peal skin from secrets, I tear flesh from foolery, I face fragility’s reflection, catch this rare glimpse before it shatters. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a #ShapePoetry Twitter prompt.

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UNDER THE FALL

Day 7: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo I want to live as a tree born from branches turning, twisting rummaging, rooting, roots in the earth in the flesh, sucking substance from the soul of the soil, head in the sky reaching, rising, hoping, shedding my skin like leaves in autumn and starting again each spring […]

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