BURNING STARS 

  We are liars, all and often, lying in folds familiar, hoping for holds to fill the failure, settled into settlements we never wanted but thinking something, anything, this thing is better than nothing, while the Poet prefers to pen the pessimism than to perish with it. And still we are liars, the pen turns […]

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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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SUMMER RAIN

  Left burning in a bed of broken limbs and lies winer was wild but her summer rain settled beneath his skin and sunk with a sting. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt of Summer Rain from @ShapePoetry on Twitter

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LIGHT IS TOO LIGHT

  Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards Drip… Drip… Nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]

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IN THE LIGHT OF LIES

  Behind the darkness, before the morning wakes, I reach for you, one last time and accept all that must fall away in the light of our lies and mistakes. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Photograph: Light flooding the Hato Caves on the Dutch caribbean island of Curacao 

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