OCHRE DANCING

  Porcelain plant pot plots the delicious decay of decadence once eyed as ochre dancing next to dandelions in the dawn’s dew. Pretty painted picture of plants in a porcelain pot plays with the presence of past and present under the preservation of pressed paint. Gold garnered by the grace of the sun, amber’s earthiness […]

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THE BLUE PILL

  Digital download, activate avatar; humanoid performance, interface, access joy, bytes to brain, stream a cloud cover to convey intelligent thought and combat subconscious combustion. Access matrix; choose the blue pill and clear the cache. All movement falls to manual override, factory settings restored to screen, reflected appearance is perfected but the motherboard sparks unseen […]

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WHITE LIES

  What if I admitted to you, here and now, before I even begin, before I even let you in, that all I am about to tell you is a lie, perhaps white, perhaps a depth darker. What if I lay it all on the line, here and now, naked, the truth of all the […]

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ORANGE COLOURED SKIRTS

  ‘And there can be days like this,’ and the boy smiled and sausages swam past him in shorts and shades and in the sky dogs with Madonna mikes flew over kittens in orange coloured skirts and Beyoncé in their boogie. ‘And there can be days like this,’ his mother said as she painted pictures […]

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CRIMSON CONSIDERATIONS ON CARRIAGES KISSING

  A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]

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THE BLACK OF NIGHT

  See, he says to the child by his side, see how the water rises. Wait, he says to the child by his side, to see how life surprises. Dark, he says, is the black of night, the stars too far to enlighten. But day, he says to the child in his wake, brings a […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.30, NAPOWRIMO

  We are born through barriers that break, water carriers through canals  into comfort and concerns  were borders are built to nurture nature while we are compartmentalised, still, more silent, less severe; fortunate, less so, white, less so, gay, straight, one gender,  less gender, clever, less so,  a part of peace  or placed into parts  […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.29, NAPOWRIMO

  I have parts of me  twisted like rotten roots  in drying soil and parts of me  supple as feverish fruit, thirsty for attention. I am both  crumbling skin trying to flee this figure and sides so smooth that they offer little hold. I have broken borders to be free and built boundaries  to hide […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.28, NAPOWRIMO

  Walls cannot keep us from war, defences are not always the deterrent, destiny is not capable  of being confined in a cage. I captured a corner of comfort  but it grew cold,  capturer and captive,  alone is not alive, solitude is not always  the solution when looking for solace. All words and drawings by […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.27, NAPOWRIMO

  I have these lines on my skin  that illuminate  when the light fades as if to ruminate  on the tracks  you’ve traced  along these veins   like sparks still falling  after the light  has parted. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly

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