Dónall Dempsey Poems

As I type
letters stick to my fingertips.

I peel them off
...

The wind
plays

havoc with our hair
...

Long for you to turn
& then...smile at me again.
But – the photo won’t
listen to me...'Listen to me! '
...

Birth control
in 1970’s Egypt

somehow
...

Ralph Waldo
suffering Alzheimer's

lost in this wilderness
...

He thought
of himself

as a Greek God
...

Bored we play
with the password.

“Halt! ”
...

Decapitated angel
turned to stone

crying
...

I tiptoed up
to the edge of her

sleep
...

“Do you...
(Donall Donall)

take this woman’s body
...