I WISH…

— Our lives were lived in London then, 2 boys at play on shades and stages, in 4 bedrooms that couldn’t bind us forever. In arms we sobbed from 1 of our 2 3 seater sofas in our 4 bedroomed house, watching dreams disappearing beneath the ashes of the Apple. Eden had ended for the […]

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BE AFRAID BUT BUY THE BOOK…

Halloween may be a month away but believe me; fear has come early this year. Tomorrow is the official release date for Gehenna and Hinnom’s Year’s Best Body Horror 2017 Anthology.  Do you like being scared; the fear finding its way into your flesh, hairs rising and sharpening, the silence being shattered by something sinister? […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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SEND IN THE CLOWNS

  Twisted in torment throughout time, we are tenements tears could fill in their thousands. If only we were clowns and comedy was our calling. All words by Damien B. Donnelly   Twitter poetry prompt “tears could Fill” from #WrittenRiver

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PARISIAN PROTECTION

  And there stands reassurance right on front of me at the exits of metros still moving behind me, where men, always black men, always banlieue, who I recognise from the streets yesterday begging for bread, now search for bombs in bags so Parisians feel more protected. Really Paris, is this your position or are […]

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HUMANITY IS HURTING

  and the lullaby left us… and the stars that we wished upon sank with the souls that had been set upon and humanity is hurting, is drowning in tears and treachery and terrorism becomes the term that clears us of all accountability civility responsibility and we have lost the garden and its graces and […]

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FRIDAY 13TH, PARIS

  In the supermarket on Saturday in the 14th,  on the 14th, in numb November, in Paris, their Paris, our Paris, my Paris, people push grief  in comfortless trolleys  down shadowed aisles  of silence, strangers claiming their spaces in solidarity, in queues  of slow moving sorrow, seeing shadow in places  where once there was light,  […]

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