STILL BEATING

  Resounding Within You beat With the softest stroke ever felt And I come back for more Every time Resounding Within You beat And I fall further with every breath I listen to your rhythm And in it I find My rhyme Resounding Within   All words and drawing by Damien B. Donnelly

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TO CARNIVORE OR NOT

  Sometimes I imagine holding mine in my hands, beating organ- fleshy and fumbling and trembling between my thumbs and fidgeting fingers bringing it to my mouth- my lips- their caress, my tongue- its tease. Sometimes I imagine holding mine in my hands and bringing it in close enough to bite. If I ate it, […]

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WHEN IMAGINATION COMES BACK HOME

  ‘An Irishman’s heart is nothing but his imagination’ George Bernard Shaw I came back, looking to find the pieces I’d left behind, in my parting, having since shed so much of the things once thought treasures along the trail. I came back, wondrous for the parts as yet unopened, unlike the heart I never […]

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I CLIMB VOLCANOES

  I saw a heart of metal encase a heart since stilled on a pillow of white purity, precious protected in a glass case, without a key and I wondered how far people would go to protect themselves? I have never known how to cut glass carefully nor cared to consider a case for this […]

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HEAVY DUTY

  Heavy. Duty. Responsibility is weighty. Weighs on the burdens, on the burdens that mount. How the distance mounts over the months. The years. The tears. The fears. The identities. The identities we partake in, we personas we put on, we pretend to, we play with, the personalities we scrub away to start again. Once […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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TRIMMING THOUGHTS LIKE PURPLE THORNS

  I take this thistle like I take these words, I trim the thorns at times for desire to be softer, sweeter, so lines can be calmer, cleaner. I seek out the heart of the whole, for now, for here, for this moment, for the sentiment of this song that comes for but a season. […]

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SOLO SAIL, on a ship full of hearts

  When we to time wish, wings do not carry all words so I to promise must desist, faith is fickle feathers on fragile birds. If love to hearts hold then hearts be more than one must for not is love a concrete mould; stilled the river bed whose reeds rot to rust. When we […]

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FLUTTERING HOPE

  Silence surrounds this sweet stillness, icicles are falling; tears streaming new paths down old windows once home to fading reflections and the robin and his red chested breast; forever stained, forever beating, flaps through the open field in search of a hushed hope in buds that will soon bloom, in life that will soon […]

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THE STORY

  How does the heart still pump, how does the blood still run when these feet won’t move?   How do the bones not break, how does this skin not shed when these hands cannot hold?   We dress ourselves in solid shields of security (see this shining steel) that cannot sooth the single soul […]

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