SUPREME

  I loved China Beach, as a boy and its opening theme tune- Miss Ross belting out her light voice; Reflections of the way life used to be, reflections of… I was too young then to understand anything deeper than the melody that rose in me while the meaning sank, of an age then that […]

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THE THINGS WE LEARN, AFTERWARDS

  In a fat box by the skinny bed in a dusty room rarely regarded covered clumsy with crushes are the contents of a childhood- lost letters of love- all penned but never posted & cut-outs of pin-ups next to wrist bands friends twisted & time forgot. In a lost room fallen to dust hope […]

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WHITE NIGHT, day 4 of A Month with Yeats

  Day 4 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats Challenge and in a day behind but onwards we roll. The quote comes from To some I have talked with by the Fire “…till the morning break and the white hush end all but the loud beat of their long wings, the flash of their […]

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MILES OF AISLES

DAY 27; NATIONAL POETRY WRITING MONTH #NaPoWriMo There’s a lady with a leek, on the metro, next to me, a vegetable, vegetating while she’s reading a book, and that leek, next to me, moving through the miles, like vegetables, on shopping aisles, vegetating, waiting be cut, to be cooked, killing time; twisting, stopping, starting. There’s […]

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WORDS LIKE THE WALRUS

  What are words when they don’t just wander in weary What are words when not wild waffle but wonders weaved with wisdom and written with worth Words are like water washing over the reader in warm waves Words are like wings raising the receiver from worrying days Words are the world Words can be […]

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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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CREATION IS FALLING

  There are shadows falling shifting suspicions into shapes there are shadows falling features fading into fears There are shadows falling There are dreams waking as babies sleep under blankets there are dreams waking as stars diminish in darkening skies There are dreams disappearing within an impossible reality There are shadows in dreams there is […]

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