SHORT STORIES OF FEAR; BETWEEN THE PANES

A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a red picket fence surrounding it that has our name upon the old fashioned and outdated post box. I can’t remember ever really receiving post. Real post; letters stamped with fondness and posted with a hope […]

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STILL WATER 

  We were like water: rushing, rubbing against bed and bank, running; to get to nowhere, not knowing where, not knowing we were already there. We were like water; no longer running, our tale withering on the river. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 3; LINES AND LANDSCAPES

What are we but lines crossing, lanes connecting, leaning on lovers lying next to us? What are we but colours caught out of context, in corners too curt for comfort, so often a reflection already faded, a ripple unreadable, a trace too tepid to be touched, a shade too subtle to be seen. Blue, like […]

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BETWEEN THE BONE AND THE BROKEN, PART 6; LIGHT. LESS

  Lock. Locked. Listless leaches light from limb below the skin. Lock. Locked between lonely and longing, bone and breakable. Locked. Unreachable. Reason untraceable. Bone. Break. Bones are breakable but listless and longing lie like locks on limbs. Captured. Cornered. Light. Less. Locked. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Audio version available on […]

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SYNCOPATED SADNESS

Day 17 National Poetry Writing Month  Dwelling deep in the darkness where hearts breathe less, held hidden below the humour, like a tumour, there’ve been shadows dancing, all this while, to a beat he cannot follow, to a music he cannot swallow, that cannot be caressed, a syncopated sadness with no cord considered, with no […]

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WILLING TO BE WONKA

Day 4; National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Up and through, through colour to brighter, better, perhaps. I’m next, she says, up and though and off, following under foot the man with the hat whose had enough, off with hats, top hats and hard hats, happy heads float through colour, dissolving all that was once dense […]

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BETWEEN THE PANES

  Before the #NaPoWriMo kicks in with its 30 days of 30 new poems, (who is taking part?) here is a little chilling tale of ghostly goings on between the window panes… Between the Panes A short story The wife. I am a wife. I am a mother. There is a brown house with a […]

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BLUE

  And there, by the winding road, it watched and there, by the rushing waters, it took anchor and there, neath commuting clouds, it found no freedom, her song; locked to the land waiting as the tides retreated wailing as the breeze bolted out onwards and over always and forever while there, by the winding […]

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