Neuro Logical Magazine

Yesterday my poem Promises Made at Lombards came out in Ireland’s Neuro Logical Magazine. Paris, the late 1990’s, before the millennium, before I knew London, Amsterdam, the value of a basic bike or how cold it would be to live on a barge or had any idea that I would find my way back to […]

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TELEMACHUS BY THE 40FT, BLOOMSDAY

  Dreams are big black cats. There are ghouls that come in waves, the Sea- a grey sweet mother snot green, scrotum tightening, come and look, smell- wax and rosewood in the distance, death has not yet departed. Waves rise along rock, bile is collected in china plate. The sea is grey, the china white, […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]

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SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; STILL ACHING

  A Short story of Horror I’d been back a month, the city of light they called it, Paris and all its lovers, everyone hand in hand, lips locked like they were lynching the breath from each other and there I was, alone. It had become my city of shadows; dark, devious and doomed. Why […]

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A KISS ALREADY GONE

– This haunting, this dance we are blushing, this steam of soft smoke to melt the broken from the heart, this ferocious fever before the fall. – We are prisoners to this poison, devouring desire before its kissed with decay. – A ghost we cannot let go. – All words by Damien B. Donnelly with […]

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A COLD KISS

  I hung you from the rafters in the corner by the door, the flower all fine and false that you thought I would adore, but your hand was all I wanted and your kiss to keep the most, but I was dead and you were living and you said you wouldn’t kiss a ghost. All […]

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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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SLICED

  A haunting is happening in this house that holds me A sinister spirit that sighs in the shadows A feeling of fear is feeding on a frenzy As it ghoulishly groans and gasps from its gallows A breath is baying by this bed that now binds me With its fetid foulness that’s flitting by my […]

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CITY OF SHADOWS

  You’ve lingered in the shadows For so long now Hovering like some ghastly ghost Breathing a beat behind my neck Baying in the stillness And beckoning me To see you To hear you To return to you. You’ve lingered in the memory For a lifetime Refusing to dust and die Replaying your part repeatedly […]

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THE DIRGE FOR DYING DREAMERS

So the seagulls sang As I sailed away And my future swam out to the seas, And the cormorants crooned A slow distant dirge As my mind swept to waves of memories, I remembered you there On the beach that day As your eyes poured torrents of tears, I had promised you then That one […]

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