IN CONSIDERATION OF WHAT TO PRAISE

  Let us praise the Son returned, Mother and not rush to bash the dishes in the sink at the sound of how much I have grown since that shore where I broke from your breast, surely I was meant to be weaned before we both grew wizened. Let us praise the burial of Agony […]

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CATCHING THE RECALL

  They come and go, playing tag with the tide, swimming in to touch but the ocean is an elastic to recall. We came here once, a love of youth’s illusions, dipping our skinnies before I lost you on a breath without recall. It comes and goes; that tide, his touch, this time, so many […]

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BOOKENDS, STARTS TODAY AT 5PM GMT

  Coming today and everyday at 5pm for the next 30 days… BOOKENDS A GOODYBE TO PARIS before returning to Ireland after 23 years away A month of moments and memories, passion and partings poetry and photography WordlessWednesdays and StreetScenesonSaturdays   By Damien B. Donnelly

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BOOKENDS, coming soon

    Coming in November… Bookends A month of goodbyes Spending my final full month in Paris looking back in order to move on. Each day will be a new or revised poem and, of course, some photographs of this city that I’ve been connected to since I was 22 and will soon leave at […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 7, NAPOWRIMO

In the shadows not yet departed from former students since departed confined in compartments  the Polish left to the Irish, red vinegar wine (as vulgar as the vultures  who drowned in its deluge) caught itself in corners  still not drunk  by the blow-ins still bleating about the burnt beef and sodden soil  as we made […]

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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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RELEASED

  As you walked away I watched you curve through the current of confusion that had consumed us. Once torn on the tide, I waded out to let our worries wash off on the waves as a breeze buried its breath against my body like the kindness that once caressed us and all hurt once […]

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HOUSE AND HOME, A MEMOIR

  Definition of a House: A structure serving as a dwelling for one or more persons, especially for a family. It should have been an ordinary day, a day like any other in May, a Wednesday, not the beginning or the end of the week, not the struggle of a Monday or the excitement of […]

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