THE PRICE OF BEING WILD

  Sometimes morning breaks before the hold has found the frost. We wake dizzy- flung into field where dawn’s breath corners all that has been fearless but will soon fall to fragile- breath becomes touch becomes dew becomes done running down the blade of grass regardless of how much it will cut. Sometimes morning breaks […]

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THE BEAT OF THE BAT

  The brighter man, the lighter man, the darker truth, the deeper vein, bind me to the rough, the real man, I beat as a bat. The clearer glass, elusive glass, the broken bed, the better lay, tie me to the rider, all night, I beat like a bat. The gentle rose, considered rose, the […]

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SEASONAL CYCLES

– Winter’s withering winds rustle through berry’s blossom in the gentle dawn, falling on these days of the daffodil. I walk by wild water in a world wild of will. Bloom beneath spring summer; a blanket beautiful, seasons are cycles, sweet that song from seed to stone. All words by Damien B. Donnelly influenced by […]

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WILFUL IN THE WILD

  Wilful in ways worrisome  like in the wilderness weaned, he was born of the breeze and bound from baby to be breathless  and when they caught him he said; ‘When I lay me down let the ground make of me what it wants, let the soil seek substance beneath my skin.’ Reckless in ruthless […]

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