HEAVY DUTY

  Heavy. Duty. Responsibility is weighty. Weighs on the burdens, on the burdens that mount. How the distance mounts over the months. The years. The tears. The fears. The identities. The identities we partake in, we personas we put on, we pretend to, we play with, the personalities we scrub away to start again. Once […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.12, NAPOWRIMO

  I had a hand  in every bone  that was broken  on this body. I had a hold of every hack that was heaped into this heart. I held that hand while thinking of another  once forgotten before imagining someone else I hadn’t even met, as you watched out the window as connection passed you […]

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BEAT ON; STILL MOVEMENT AFTER THE DANCE

  We evolve from wombs to rooms we revolve around, a space within space where we whisper tender tales into tight twists in curt corners crammed with comfort and chaos, this shifting space whose sides echo with movements that time has noted but pain has not yet processed… Fragility unfolds throughout space; my space, your […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BORKEN, PART 8, MY BECOMING

    Running faster than feet can find footing, forced to face up, catch up, stand up, turn up. Running through streets cluttered with collisions I’ve already crossed, with bunkers of bones already broken, with senses still shackled to skins already shed, layers lost in houses I thought were homes but they were just illusions; […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 7; EGO, I GO

  I feel you twitching beneath the skin, itching, supple suggestions slipping into sinew, a subtle sonar to syncopate the sinus, incapacitate, to alter the ego; ego goes to id, super slipping on its own judgement, but if the ego goes, I go; ignite darkness. I feel you pulsing, pounding pressure beneath the parts still […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 6; LIGHT. LESS

  Lock. Locked. Listless leaches light from limb below the skin. Lock. Locked between lonely and longing, bone and breakable. Locked. Unreachable. Reason untraceable. Bone. Break. Bones are breakable but listless and longing lie like locks on limbs. Captured. Cornered. Light. Less. Locked. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Audio version available on […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 3; CLAW

  I shift in skin that no longer stretches to meet movements not always malleable. I twist and turn through thoughts in a mind not always compliant with concerns of control. I claw like the crow; doused in darkness, fusty feathers flapping through air I can’t clasp, in a body I can’t bandage, through these […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND BROKEN, PART 1; HEAVY. DUTY

  Heavy. Duty. Responsibility is weighty. Weighs on the burdens, on the burdens that mount. How the distance mounts over the months. The years. The tears. The fears. The identities. The identities we partake in, we personas we put on, we pretend to, we play with, the personalities we scrub away to start again. Once […]

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BEAUTY AND THE BEAST

We were meant to be nothing more than the compliment to you, calm and considerate, not the conqueror; covetous and carnal. We were meant to be nothing more than the guardian of you, grateful and gracious, not just gluttony grounded in greed. We were meant to be nothing more than the homemaker in you, humble […]

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