STILL NIGHT

  Still night, still light in corners not yet caressed by shadows, in thoughts not yet crushed by dreams that will never see the light, that stilled light that lingers beneath the stillness of the night. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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WILFUL IN THE WILD

  Wilful in ways worrisome  like in the wilderness weaned, he was born of the breeze and bound from baby to be breathless  and when they caught him he said; ‘When I lay me down let the ground make of me what it wants, let the soil seek substance beneath my skin.’ Reckless in ruthless […]

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PARISIAN PROTECTION

  And there stands reassurance right on front of me at the exits of metros still moving behind me, where men, always black men, always banlieue, who I recognise from the streets yesterday begging for bread, now search for bombs in bags so Parisians feel more protected. Really Paris, is this your position or are […]

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IN THE GARDEN OF MOTHER EARTH

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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PRESSURE

    Sunlight taps windows shadows searching for the shade, Paris on pressure. Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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SECRETS ON THE STAIRS

Where turrets twist light leaps around steps long since merged with the marks, caressed into carpets made bare by the burdens they now bare, secrets stored in stairs that turn ever onwards, ever upwards, always reaching for the rest of the story never truly told in the light still leaping. All Words and Photographs by […]

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A YEAR IN THE GREEN WINDMILL 

One year ago today, an Irishman on the doorstep of 40, moved from Amsterdam to Paris, to rue du moulin vert, street of the green windmill. The apartment was perfect but in need to a little loving… A year later, the love is felt… All decor and photographs made with love by Damien B. Donnelly

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PICTURES OF SAN FRAN; AFTER ARMISTEAD

A tour of San Francisco in search of the shadows of Tales of the City, the epic Armistead Maupin series of novels, begun as a regular feature in 1974 in the San Francisco Chronicle newspaper and following the lives of a group of family, friends and foes, career go-getters and castaways spanning over 40 decades […]

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THE REOCCURRING DREAM

  I have reoccurring dreams where I swim in seas where I have no feet but fins where I have guts and gills I have reoccurring dreams where I swim in seas where the bottom is boundless where possibilities are endless I have reoccurring dreams where I swim in seas while in reality I drown […]

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