JOURNEYS, PART 11; BEING BOLD

— Beauty is raw beneath this blood red sky where we lie delirious, licking at lazy, drunken ships trudging through bitter beds, frantic to find our way to smoother seas. ‘Man is but a whisper,’ the Shadows sing to the Sun but I want to milk the storm before my summer sinks beneath the shade. […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 10; THE REST

— Revisiting a past poem as my journey hits its 43rd Birthday THE REST I was once silent amid the noise, shadowing the world in stillness while all else found its motion, watching dreams slip swiftly through fumbling hands. I’d been held and felt nothing in that very touch but the visceral arousal of man […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 9; ONCE, UPON A SUMMER

  It was summer stock and season of blondes; darker tones bleached to an inch of white, at first so fair and fragile, translucent tracks tethered to nothing more than temporary teases, interval acts pitching and playing and parting before the important performers took their permanent positions. I was high on a hiccup of happiness […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 7; METAMORPHOSIS

— How still it is, silent beneath the somber shade of night, beyond the light already departed. Alone in thoughts that twist and turn and dig deep amid the this and that, the important and the redundant, the stillness builds, oblivious to the restlessness beneath my skin, between my toes, a sense of something unseen, […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 3; THE CLIMB

  For every cracked climb, unconsidered but compulsory, that catastrophic clamber over chaos and confusion, there also comes the slide into smoothness; that paved path, pure and polished, an offer of an anchor before the next convulsion of the course. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly Photograph taken at the National Park of […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 2; A FERRY FROM THE FUTURE

  I took the ferry, once again, that morning, after a long repose, to the other side, the one formerly ‘his side’, the side I used, so often, to cross to, to eat, to sleep, to kiss, to share, the same ferry that took me from the real world to his world, which became my […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 1: ON THE ROUTE OF THE ROAD

— The sun burns the shadows as fields fall into forgetful, speed is not my subject nor a confusion I can peacefully pedal. We are tethered to tracks; all these pick ups and their set downs that perish after purpose while we rattle toward the repercussions and rebounds. The sun burns the shadows, I am […]

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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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