Poetry from Des Donnelly - Irish poet born 1955, Co. Tyrone, north Ireland. Still writing.
Disclosure: some of this material has been written by a pencil, typewriter or word processor.
as you all know the line between the real blurs, was there ever any real per se? or did or does anyone really want reality? where will the poets end up then so? more in love, or less, with themselves? ;-)
