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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DOWN THE DRAIN

  My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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I DREAM

  Dreaming,   seeing time as something silky you can slip though,   rearranging reality,   the hours revolving around minutes around molecules neither past nor present;   the future still waiting to be moulded,   dreaming of tempering time;   of breaking it   of bending it;   redrawing curt corners into kinder curves, […]

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SLOW FALLING, day 30 of A Month with Yeats

  I can’t believe this is it! 30 poems in 30 days inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet W.B Yeats. A poetry challenge created by the brilliant Jane Dougherty. Today is day 30 of this wonderful, inspiring, breathtaking adventure created by Jane Dougherty entitled A Month with Yeats. The final quote comes from the poem ‘The […]

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MAGNETIC POETRY: SUMMER STORM 

  Beat away at breast; a lie of love grown to lust, grown repulsive, ‘Whisper who we were,’ rose water, a shadow symphony drunk on a dream, smooth shot to sordid, bitter chocolate screams beneath the sweaty skin of a summer storm. All words by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by the magnetic poetry oracle

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LOST

  Sometimes things just get lost… like umbrellas in taxis when cover comes, like keys in corners when time is doomed, like days, like years, like faces once familiar, like the fate you once fought for, like the dream you since let drown, like scars, like tears, like hearts once essential. Sometimes things just get […]

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BEAT ON; STILL MOVEMENT AFTER THE DANCE

  We evolve from wombs to rooms we revolve around, a space within space where we whisper tender tales into tight twists in curt corners crammed with comfort and chaos, this shifting space whose sides echo with movements that time has noted but pain has not yet processed… Fragility unfolds throughout space; my space, your […]

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FEATHERS IN FLIGHT

  Falling from new lows cawing and flapping through clouds of chaos through crowds clambering at connections now carelessly closed Doves let fly the doves open the columbarium souls have the right to flee the broken have the right to be free from this folly Flapping with frail feathers the eagle’s eating itself and the […]

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