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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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 5, NAPOWRIMO

  I slipped from birth  wet with tears  into arms stretched out in hope, from womb to ward  to other woman,  I slipped from birth  into being;  being had, being held, being handed over, to being held again. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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A BLONDE BIRD IN FLIGHT

  And off she ran a blonde bird in flight, a bright baby bird into the night, focused and flapping as if chasing the morning, as if orchestrating the trees, as if transported by the breeze flying over fields of youth, twists and turns and truth, folds of frivolous folly, courting clouds in curiosity, looking […]

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