THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smoky bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, after; her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics […]

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A SEAT BEFORE CREATION

  Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]

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COLOURS IN THOUGHT

  Colours flap in the wind, colours catch the feeling of freedom at daybreak like thoughts taking flight in dreams under blankets, mounding over molecules, making matter meaningful. Dawn’s dew delights in seeds now stirring under soil just as stars shine significance on a mind, on a pillow, at play. There is movement beyond the […]

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WILLING TO BE WONKA

  Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and over, following underfoot the man with the hat who’s had enough. Off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolve, he says, into columns of colour, preconceptions passing now, no longer cornered by constricting […]

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PURPLE CLOUDS

  In that garden of the many meadows of my mind plants grow down from purple clouds carved of cotton catchable candy and seek substance from the surface and not the ceiling. In that garden of the many meadows of my mind fences are painted with faces familiar and mouths to catch kisses if you’re […]

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IF ONLY

  We are land birds, bound birds, we have made homes in twisted trees growing hallow, growing hard. We are land birds, ground birds, we have been deluded by illusions growing careless, growing cold. We are land birds, drowned birds, in a dying desert growing doubtful, going dry. If only we had been sea birds, […]

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THE CHILD INSIDE THE MAN

  Oh child, sweet child, sleeping so beneath these big shoes and ties knotted to a life of change and choice, but we had to run, had to keep going, didn’t we have grow up so quickly; stand up, show up, give up, pay up. Oh child, sleeping child, so sweet beneath this bitter battle […]

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