BIRTH, SO STILL. Day 1 of A month with Yeats

  Jane Dougherty is not doing NaNoWriMo, let’s be clear about that. But she is busy doing something else equally inspiring- spending a month in the company of W.B. Yeats and asking us to join her- each day this month Jane will pick a line from a Yeats poem and write a new poem inspired […]

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BORN IN BLUE

  Muscle in movement to music as cords are cut from corpse, ‘I was born in blue,’ he said, ‘tender twisting into tune, I am rags rendered into rich, suffering surrendering to the song.’ ‘I was born in blue,’ he said And his guitar the guts through which he bled. All words by Damien B. […]

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A NEW BEGINNING

  Is that a day still to come birthing in the distance rising through the stillness writing on the heavens the joy we’ve yet to know? Is that a beacon blazing bright a siren for survivors a moment for the missing a reason to believe the pain can fade with night? Is that a hope […]

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WILD WANTS

  We are wild We are warriors We are war We are wild warriors waging war We are wild warriors waging war on a world We are wild warriors waging war on a world weary We are wild warriors waging war on a world weary of our wants All Words and Photographs by Damien B. […]

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WAR OF THE WORLD

How did it feel to hang by nails and wait for a death You were born to endure? Created by The Father as a symbol of His power to save a crumbling humanity, He gave you life for it to be ripped from your body. No saving grace for you, no end to the pain, […]

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DROWNED IN DENIAL

  Taken by the sea And buried in the sands As man could not claim him Hold him, place him, Lost to the world A loss before life began, He crossed the waters Of hurt, in hope. We may cry for him We may mourn for him But we are the makers Of this wicked […]

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SAFE IN YOUR HANDS

In the darkest of night, in the deepest of storms, When all sound is eroded and all sight has elapsed. When the entity arises with staff in his hand, The Avenger of life; The Reaper, he stands. When the world is divided and the soldier’s gun aimed, As they gaze upon a land full of […]

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MH17

I am the morning’s excitement And the afternoon’s adrenalin, The suitcase that’s been packed And the closet that’s been emptied, I am the silly song That you heard on the radio As the taxi whisked you away. I am all the commotion And the confusion at the gates And the skipping couple in the queue, […]

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