THE SWEETER SONG

  Dominant bird rings on repeat his call in the late afternoon- arriba, arriba, arriba he appears to echo whilst other feathered fellows join in his mash-up as if they all know the price is now time sensitive- this has become their season to shine- they sing and we sit in their shadow, the quiet […]

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THE NEXT NOTE

  Wondering how to move now after such torpidity, wondering how to recognise now the trenches as we take slow steps across the battle fields of playgrounds, bus stops and aisles packed with questions of contagion carried in other people’s trollies. Wondering how to move again after such paralysis- limbs lurching as thoughts shift forward […]

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COMING BACK TO COURAGE

  I’d heard of songs being sung in other fields before I could even read the notes. Sometimes scores are set before the scenes have even been shot. Brave, they said, but I shrugged and set off. I had yet to learn how fear could freeze. A fool’s soliloquy is often lighter than the enlightened […]

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STILL BEATING

  Resounding Within You beat With the softest stroke ever felt And I come back for more Every time Resounding Within You beat And I fall further with every breath I listen to your rhythm And in it I find My rhyme Resounding Within   All words and drawing by Damien B. Donnelly

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WHEN NATURE HEARD ME AND I FOUND HIM

  Husky voice cribs my troubling thought. I turn with fear hard on heel at the far end of an ancient lane. I borrowed these footsteps, I reply to the open side of a ploughed field where wires allow random thoughts to teleport across the sky. This is not your path. This was the thought […]

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BIRD SONG

  I stroll in soft sundown across the cushioned grass, the earth a pillow I never stopped to consider, I consider going in, inside to where the light looks neat and named but a bird calls from a branch I cannot see, sight comes in second after his song- soft, slow and cycling back on […]

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THE MOTION OF GOING SOUTH

  I’ve only been to Cork once, to a funny place they called The Other Place which I thought was like the Scottish play with the name you’re never supposed to say. In another place, beforehand, we’d sat on beer kegs in a girl’s bar called Loafers and I giggled at all the comfy shoes […]

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WATER FLAMES

  We moved, once, and habitual was your foot to my follow, in debt my blush to your concern like we were the oxygen of the other, at either ends of the water. We swam, once, to the other, in crossed currents, in avoidance of those cold-blooded fish dipping their blond hairs into clotted canals […]

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WHEN LOOKING UP; DON’T LOOK BACK

  One born to song and sorrow One killed by serpent’s bite One lost to hands of Hades One walk from dark to light If I could say to hold the note If I could say to keep the chord If I could say that she will follow And that fear should be ignored One […]

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BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

  In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

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