THE STING

  9 is not yet known to this Sunday morning but already I’m playing catch up with the dawn in a once foreign field now renamed home, running after breaths and age that is unobtainable like caressing clouds or surviving on the sap of stems where needles immerse nettles in a loneliness we have come […]

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TIPS FOR CLEANING UP

  I saw a jellyfish once, just beyond the tide, a tick away from time’s reach where it couldn’t sting. On the same beach, once, though years later, as we dipped our desires below the moonlight, I lost your ring. A week later I found your sting was laying in other beds. I thought love […]

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EXAMPLES OF BEING STUNG

    Not all bees write back Not every beetle takes the right route Some letters, like roads, wind on regardless. We don’t always notice the sting Until after, until later, until it’s too late. Honey is sometimes sweetest When far from reach. We wrote words on each other’s back Thinking time to be tender […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.16, NAPOWRIMO

  For every push, for every jibe, for every spit upon my childhood, my conditioning, my inability to conform, I kept walking onwards  believing I was better, never being allowed  to acknowledge how I’d been broken, how I’d carry  these bullies like bites to forever sting  beneath the skin. All words and drawings by Damien […]

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SUMMER RAIN

  Left burning in a bed of broken limbs and lies winer was wild but her summer rain settled beneath his skin and sunk with a sting. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Poetry prompt of Summer Rain from @ShapePoetry on Twitter

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THE B’S

  Between the beauty and the bee there is a hunger for what will be the honey. Between the honey and the hunger there is a sting that can piece through the beauty. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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