ALWAYS THE LEAF

  I remember you, growing older, how your skin adapted- as if it had grown in the garden on the branch of the rhododendron. Shiny it was, with lines that time had tempered into it, ever so carefully, like you tempered peace into our panic, stillness into our hast, serenity into our cacophony. The leaf, […]

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LIFE IN TECHNICOLOR

  A caress of candy apple red on a Hong Kong carriageway of Persian blue busses and yellowing white stripes, a notably normal night without a star in sight where nothing really happened except for a sweetening fold, caught by a camera and time passing and that bus in blue going by, the lives of […]

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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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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 3; LINES AND LANDSCAPES

What are we but lines crossing, lanes connecting, leaning on lovers lying next to us? What are we but colours caught out of context, in corners too curt for comfort, so often a reflection already faded, a ripple unreadable, a trace too tepid to be touched, a shade too subtle to be seen. Blue, like […]

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THE LIGHT THAT SHIFTS THE SHADOW

Day 6: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Trains used to slip through these tracks where runners now train, old locomotives now relocated like the light that displaces the shadow, but the lines still linger, less steam now, more sweat and sometimes that light that shifts the shadow, trains used to slip through these tracks that […]

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AT ODDS, AT THE TABLE

Day 3: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Always that fine line between what slots together and what slips in between, those black spots of doubt that cannot be fully folded out like linen that lingered too long before being laid, like chopsticks that fight for form between fingers foreign, like this morning, in the park, […]

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PARTICLES

  Particles of what once was whisper on the wind Hush and listen! See it dance in the light faint though familiar fragile but fading As if to say goodbye particles of what once was caress my cheek stop and feel it as they catch the wind and like wings take flight and darker falls […]

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STILL MOVING…

  Moving, still moving on metros, more metros, more sturdy, more stable, more directive, less suggestive, people, more people, less strangers, more familiar on metros still moving through motions of settling, the notions of belonging to lives above these lines, above these metros still moving like my life that’s still changing, new lands, new lines, […]

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