LEARNING TO CLIMB WALLS

  There can be earthquakes in little towns, far from tectonic plates, on little streets, rarely shaken where we sat, once, on the wall of a garden now obsolete, the summer burning through our cool-lessness as we trembled beneath attractions we didn’t have the words to understand while eyes watched from windows, trying to translate […]

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BOOKENDS; THIERRY’S LINE

  One ordinary, rather hot summer night, nothing special, nothing different, in my mind I ran my finger down the line of hair that ran from your chest before disappearing beneath your shorts as the breeze blew open your shirt and I caught the smile in your eye as you read thoughts. You, with your […]

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BOOKENDS; BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]

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SUMMER’S STORM

  Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling!     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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BOY SO BLUE

  Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through your thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpet caressed by […]

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SUMMER SUN IN THE MARSHES

  Three boys and a girl, coasting carelessly from teens to twenties and coping lazily with hangovers beneath the summer’s sun. One blonde and three browns, laughing amid golden rays that filled the most perfect of squares in the once marshland of Le Marais with its cobbled streets, men of elegance and women who followed […]

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THIS HISSING IN THE SUMMER

  Summer as the city slips into slumber, after last night’s thunder, as skin slides from winter’s shawls and shackles and pitches itself proudly in parks where not even dogs bark, where shadows have sunk into sweaty soil as feverish fingers smooth skin with soothing oil. Summer in the city and temperatures are oozing over […]

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SUMMER STORM for Poetry Day Ireland

  It’s Poetry Day Ireland so I am supporting from abroad. This year’s theme is Truth or Dare so throughout the day I will be posting a few of my older poems on Truth and a few more on being Irish… Summer Storm Beat away at breast; a lie of love grown to lust, grown […]

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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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