NUMBNESS

There is a silence all around a stillness in the storm a second before the shot I am struck by the numbness the momentary nothingness that invades this moment of motionless that slips itself like a spectre into the cold night air between the sleep and the sheets between the suffering and the acceptance and […]

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PARIS IN PICTURES, MOVING TO MODERN

Foundation Louis Vuitton, Bois de Boulogne UNESCO Bibliotheque Francois Mitterrand  La Defense Arab Institute Beaugrenelle Shopping Centre Arts et Metiers Metro Station Parc Andre Citroen  Parc Andre Citroen Foundation Louis Vuitton, Bois de Boulogne    All Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly  

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CURIOUS CALUM CAUSES A COMMOTION

  For Calum Solan, the best Godson in the world… A funny thing happened to me the other day, although I didn’t realise it at the time, well, you never do, do you? I was strolling down MacMiddle Street, around the corner from Bertie Bryant’s Book Emporium, my home away from home, passing by Margella’s […]

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Happy Easter

Just finished my homemade Easter Cake; a rich chocolate cake covers in a chocolate ganache with homemade white chocolate and pecan fudge eggs, chocolate coated honeycomb and marzipan flowers. Happy Easter everyone. I’m off to start eating…  All words and Cakes by Damien B. Donnelly.

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CREATION IS FALLING

  There are shadows falling shifting suspicions into shapes there are shadows falling features fading into fears There are shadows falling There are dreams waking as babies sleep under blankets there are dreams waking as stars diminish in darkening skies There are dreams disappearing within an impossible reality There are shadows in dreams there is […]

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WAR OF THE WORLD

How did it feel to hang by nails and wait for a death You were born to endure? Created by The Father as a symbol of His power to save a crumbling humanity, He gave you life for it to be ripped from your body. No saving grace for you, no end to the pain, […]

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IN THE WAKE OF DAY

  I see you sometimes  in motions and moments,  on lips being kissed and hands being held,  in that taxi while thinking of another, in those arms while I searched for slumber,  I see you sometimes  in paintings of people, in colours of contentment  on canvas, connected,  I see you on the streets that I […]

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