COSTINGS

  I read you through pictures, past and fading, fast forgetting what it was to be free, what it was to be healthy. I read you in leaves that fall from twisted trees when summer is still shining, when autumn has not yet begun, when seasons no longer come when expected. I read you in […]

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LEFT OVERS

Soft skin, like silk, draws hands caress in darkness as we warp and weft our fragile frames in gyrating games, crisscrossing lust with lies and trusting thighs, ties. We are bruised blankets baying on beds of yesterday’s toils; cotton soils and sweaty spoils. Silk, like soft skin, slips from touch too swiftly, too much sewn […]

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GOLDEN HARMONIES

  Sight sees, on Sundays, beds of bowing sunflowers, bowing in beauty, not weeping from weary, caught under careful clouds; to comfort, not to crush, sweet simplicity in growing gardens, growing gold, going on, going green. Sight sees, on Sundays, harmony reigning majestically. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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A NEW BEGINNING

  Is that a day still to come birthing in the distance rising through the stillness writing on the heavens the joy we’ve yet to know? Is that a beacon blazing bright a siren for survivors a moment for the missing a reason to believe the pain can fade with night? Is that a hope […]

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