Des Donnelly

Artists Statement
Thursday Bread
I visited Moscow a few times in the early nineties and this poem refers to the GUM of circa 1993…
empty poem wrappers
that word or image of inspiration often comes unbidden, you have to grab it or it ricochets off somewhere… all that is left then is the guilt..
The Gallows Hill Mob
Looking Back at Earth
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be leaving earth (for real) and linking that with inception, birth and emergence seemed apt.
dead gods don’t care