BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.19, NAPOWRIMO

  If we pulled up all the carpets, all the rugs, how many secrets would we find  swept into shadows  that never settle? If we turned up all the mistruths, all the twists, how many futures  could we save from being cast into creatures  that cannot comfort? All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 6, NAPOWRIMO

  I remember the grass damp and dark (like your hold) below my back as I sat and envied the stars for their lightness. I remember the grass heavy and harsh  (like your hand) upon my back as I sat and envied the stars for their ability  to shine through all that darkness. All words […]

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A KISS OF A WISH

– I kissed a wish once when time was tender as flora, to swim as I fish once, I wished. I kissed a wish once when hope was all that I had, to be fine as a fish once, I wished. I kissed a wish once when cornered by courtiers too curt, to be free […]

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RED CARPET, day 24 of A Month with Yeats

  I’m running behind on Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats poetry challenge but better a tad tardy than a no-show. Yesterday’s inspirational quote was: ‘We know their dream; enough to know they dreamed and are dead; ‘ —W.B. Yeats ‘ My poem is called RED CARPET   We dream of what can be, not […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 18; TRAVELOGUE

  I In the park bodies are bare and bending in sweaty forms, see the skin still salivating as if fresh from the frolics, when we were fondled and found, some born to be bound and then others; fickle fools thinking thrusts were as true as trust. But truth is told only in time; touch […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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IN THE BOX; BOUND

  Imagine beauty bundled in a box, locked from light and bound to blindness, imagine your eyes banished to its bounty while it smothers in silence, deep in the darkness. Imagine freedom in that very box, bound, blind and banished. Imagine strength deprived of that force, see it tampered, tainted and tarnished. The refugee on […]

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THE QUEST ACROSS THE SEA

Day 9; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Wander, he thought, and wander did he across the land and over the sea, adventure, he thought, but distraction came free as distance dissolved the boundary. For a while, he thought, a while to flee, to see what rests, to see what can be, understand, he said, this […]

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WILLING TO BE WONKA

Day 4; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and though and off, following under foot the man with the hat whose had enough, off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolving all that was once dense […]

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BETWEEN THE PANES

  Before the #NaPoWriMo kicks in with its 30 days of 30 new poems, (who is taking part?) here is a little chilling tale of ghostly goings on between the window panes… Between the Panes A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a […]

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