Between the lines and through the lens…
– Come the cycle wild through this dawn of the daffodil, I will be a vine in blossom, a blanketed spring upon the prairie, a seed of song to follow the frost and you; the sun in a season too sweet for shade. – All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly with the aid […]
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Perfumed kiss and velvet poison, caramel can be a concrete candy, I blush, almost broken, a prisoner to this ocean of long grass and liquid sky, this smoky glass, darkly dazzling. A wild flower is not a sister of peace, fire is not a dance easy to put out. All words by […]
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Inspired by the magnetic poetry oracle and filling in the gaps between the lines… Remember the magic (even malicious learns to linger) marble smoke in sacred sky (we twisted like timbers burning into embers) candy kissed in caramel (no support can be so sweet) a dark poison (my veins, your vice) blushed and broken; […]
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And so my first try at online Magnetic Poetry, at first glance I thought “Well, this is fun,” but I was wrong. A challenge of limitations. Beat and blow and bare away, let not blood rip beauty black We watch, we want, “I want hot peaches, honey,” you said “No music for […]
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