SONG OF THE SEASON 

  Come behold nature; this beautiful blossom, breathe the berry, warm wind on the daffodil, Eden’s sweet sanctuary, bloom beneath a blanket of peace, a murmur through the mountain vine, prairie bright with ancient rain, thrive seed through sacred stone, He sees a song in every season, gentle garden, wild wind, listen, live, love.   […]

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RESTLESS

  Only shadow remains as I slip away from myself, carving new forms out of old bones, eager for other arousals to press through the restless. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Based on a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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I CAME TO THE CITY, MY MUSE, MISS MITCHELL

My series of poems ‘I Came to the City” has been inspired by the music and artistry of Joni Mitchell, whose music I first head in a little back side, one floor up apartment in the Marais in Paris in 1998 played for me by my flatmate at the time Tambourine Therese and this music […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 19; CONFESSION

  I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, to considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with crossing carriages and calm corners curated in comfort. I have been coloured in, cared for, cooped up, critiqued, cried out and carried on, careless at times, cautious at […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 6; EVERYTHING COMES AND GOES

  Part I… Everything comes and goes, you can’t court without a spark but nothing lasts as long as that first light, that first night, already fading before the morning finds us fumbling, trying to get through, to get on, to something shinier, to something more new. Something more new. Everything comes and goes like […]

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