BLACK BOUGH POETRY, ISSUE 3, YOKE

  Hello and Good evening from packing central Paris where I think peace has already been placed in a box and therefore panic is certainly present but I am trying to encourage it to pander more towards party! The countdown is on. I leave my job as a pattern maker at the Paris Atelier of & […]

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HURRAY FOR HEDGEHOGS AND BECOMING A HOGLET

  This happened today… I’ve never floated for so long without the aid of a crane, suspension bridge, boat or pill! Next year, my debut collection with be brought to life by Hedgehog Poetry Press. This city of magic has never shone so magically like it has today… Now, I’m off to breath and be […]

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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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IN MOTHER’S GARDEN

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles’ on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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IN THE MOMENT

  Today we are together, timeless in this singular moment of forever. We are limitless; soul entwined in hope, hope entwined in love. Today we are together. Tomorrow is for fools to fret over. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. The Kiss Sculpture by Rodin. Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #DimpleVerse

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JOY IN BETWEEN

  Bones break, hearts hurt, love is lost, birth is the beginning of death, in between there is joy: waste not being weak All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt Weak from Micropoetry on Twitter

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A NEW BEGINNING

  Is that a day still to come birthing in the distance rising through the stillness writing on the heavens the joy we’ve yet to know? Is that a beacon blazing bright a siren for survivors a moment for the missing a reason to believe the pain can fade with night? Is that a hope […]

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