RED INK

  I love and lose in circles, scratching at skin tipped in ink, trying to find the truth beneath the colours I’ve let others colour in, hiding the paler flesh I held from view, we always need to hold on to something. I am not comfortable over quiet dinners; too much stilled air coursing through […]

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BREAK OF LIGHT

  I choose the path; this winding way though the midway, battling though the brambles and briars, I have stains on my soul, I have splinters in the tissue of my beating breast, beating, breaking, panting, I have moments when my feet no longer feel their footing, when falling is all I can handle, I choose […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 5; COULD HAVE BEEN MORE

  We held hands over hearts housed in other folds, ink had tipped another name into your flesh as we fell into holds, harbouring no more than musing moments, the south going north for something different, something foreign, someone fresh, perhaps that was all we ever were; a diversion from all that was defined, from […]

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FOOLED BY FLESH

I thought we’d carved our lines into hearts, sentences poured over favoured flesh, I etched eternal but you; ink tipped temporary. All words by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt Ink from #Microprompt 

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PLEDGE ON THE PAGE

  I lay loyalty on the lines that curl from curious to consolidate as considered, follies that find their form someplace between the pledge of pen and integrity of ink. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly From a poetry prompt “Pledge’ on @Microprompt

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