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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A SONG ABOUT THE SPIRALS

  The circles spiral. Goodbye is not a definitive swan song. Time cannot be buried in a single spot. Early evening and the sun no longer sets in this kitchen that watches the seasons turn without comment. The sills have new shadows we have not yet named. This morning broke over fallen feathers and for […]

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THERE IS EGO IN EVERY STEP

  The trail is not simply sewn with a needle of the sun threaded through the eye of the moon even if I sometimes feel the pinch of that warm stitch as I reach out to that small step claimed for man. Thought is not always free from guilt- we cannot get close to the […]

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THE RABBIT AND THE OXYMORON

  I am still so you can move You twitch when you think I’m about to turn I view you as delight and you define me as demonic You glow of late like the recently planted grass in the side garden of sunlight that used to only sit in shade Coming closer to brave with […]

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BUDS OF INVINCIBILITY

  Notes multiply under an orange blossom moon. We pour music into cups and songs sprout from rose trees that have yet to bend towards the bud while daisies turn noisy in the far field as the grass orchestrates the dawn’s chorus and petals tremble in the wake of all that once shivered in the […]

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A BLACK CANVAS

  Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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SUCH MOVEMENT BEHIND A SETTING SO STILL

Silver sky settles over sun-soaked sea where we watch the future ripple reflections; cranes in the corner of Korea coming closer to a mountain once central to the frame. Silence and simplicity have never shaken with such an uncertain stillness.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. This week’s ideas come from […]

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