#don domanski

[baroquespiral]

Three Yuge Esoteric #TradMat Moods from Cape Breton

[alwaysalreadyangry]

Don Domanski, from the Cape Breton Book of the Dead

[alwaysalreadyangry]

Don Domanski, from the Cape Breton Book of the Dead

[craigzlist]

"fetishes of the floating world", don domanski

[mothwood]

I remember what the bestiary said that allowed the deer of slender sadness to take my voice [...] I lay on lichens worn clean by whispers close to the ground so that I was the nothingness there...

Don Domanski, What the Bestiary Said

[savouringtheish]

under the child-rearing stars   beneath the welkin petalled with black flames

there are times when the self is inconceivable

when whatever was made of mind and body is unmade   laid to rest

a bit of grey ash on a scry's prophetic thermal

here deep in the forest   in the stillness of ecocide

in the quietude between spruce trees   when absence redeems  you

when the world is rising and leaving

                                                when you've forgotten your name

forgotten the wistful knot of air that is your spirit

that's when the ancients say you'll reach the bottom of things

and start upwards again   on the borings of an ascent

beyond the grief of your infirmities   that's good medicine

the ache of return outside the self

the winged offspring of your cells pressing flight

a dark drop of genesis for the soul's shudder and climb.

Don Domanski

[quietghost]

I tend my fire    a little lip at flame's end a little curl of speech turned to smoke and ash something redemptive in the burning wood almost spoken of in the moment    almost heard

Bite Down Little Whisper - Don Domanski