BOOKENDS; WHEN THE BREATH COMES AFTER THE BREAK

    The lilt of the lavender that lingered for days, long after, by the leaning, before the louvre, the sweet consolation of candy floss cologne that stayed on the pillow, after you had parted. It is sometimes that simple; a scent to sail you back to me as if I never left the garden, […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

  There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than what smears this still water I trudge through below a bitter moon that has made his garden in this breast of man.   All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This is a […]

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THE GARDEN

The oracle speaks: Go Goddess, chant my wants on your wind; elaborate fluff & lazy diamond dreams, whisper me with delirious honey, drive me to drunk, to drool, I will lick language languid from the beauty of your breast. Sordid is screaming but I hear a sweet symphony has grow upon those smooth skins of […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

– There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than smears this still water I trudge through beIow a bitter moon that’s made his garden in this breast of man. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid of the magnetic […]

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FLAP AND SNAP

  Daddy didn’t know how to say it, didn’t know how to do it, Daddy didn’t know how to ask it, but Daddy knew how to break it, like it broke before, like they broke him before, like they beat him to the floor and the butterfly flaps his wings in confusion in the garden […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 3; GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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IN THE SHADE

  There was a heart like a plant in a garden watered tended in a garden like a plant growing a heart beating under sunlight and sometimes shade a gentle shade. A heart nurtured in a garden a quiet garden with a fence a pretty picket fence around a house around a home and that […]

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IN THE GARDEN OF MOTHER EARTH

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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UNDER LEAF IN THE GARDEN

  Here in this garden beneath the trunks of trees, towering; like funnels stretched to sun, suckling, under a lid of leaves, little leaves, light leaves, the leaves of grass, precious petals procure colour, caresses of colour bursting bright as if tempered by a tenuous touch, like tears on the angel’s cheek at night no […]

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