Dónall Dempsey Poems

Fishes parade
across the sky
...

Me, being me
I always wore
...

My words
whisper

tickle your belly
...

Cupped
carefully
in the palms
...

You were
a surprisingly lovely flower
coming up somehow through
...

THE MASTER’S HAND

I ring you up
to see if you are seeing
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Here, in the rooms
of my childhood

I, an adult now
...

tombstones
dream of the dead

that rest here
...

The Tasadays
(remants of a Stone Age culture)

recently discovered in the Philippines
...

You walk
through my written words

that I strew
...