THE TABLOID TELLS OF THOUGHTS FROM TEMPLE HILL

  I read in the paper this morning that we were hugged. That sometimes a nun cried when fledgling flew from her fold- a sister of scripture sobbing for a son she would never call her own. We were just play toys far from the playground- touches temporary while waiting to be wanted. I read […]

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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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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 5, NAPOWRIMO

  I slipped from birth  wet with tears  into arms stretched out in hope, from womb to ward  to other woman,  I slipped from birth  into being;  being had, being held, being handed over, to being held again. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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