We come together again and again to create, to comfort, to concede, to compromise, to be co-habitors hiding old habits but bound like a boomerang to fall back on ourselves in this constant search within the circle, praying for the little mercies to bring us back to a better completion of the circumference alreadyContinue reading “CIRCLING “
Halloween may be a month away but believe me; fear has come early this year. Tomorrow is the official release date for Gehenna and Hinnom’s Year’s Best Body Horror 2017 Anthology. Do you like being scared; the fear finding its way into your flesh, hairs rising and sharpening, the silence being shattered by something sinister?Continue reading “BE AFRAID BUT BUY THE BOOK…”
We are to the road bound, paved in method, measure and movement, we dig trenches, turn earth and choke with cement (no joke). We are to the light drawn, toward the harbour, the heat and the hope, bound to shore, to security, to bath and body (to stroke). We are seekers of shelter alongContinue reading “BOUND “
Even when shadows settle over me as shroud, beside me rests a light; a faith in what might still be allowed. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. Photograph taken at the Dior exhibition at the Musée des Arts Décoratifs, Paris.
Temptation turns me like an open book & you read the truth of who I am between the naked lines, skin transparent, desire nowhere to hide. All word and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly.
Camera stands to capture all the memory cannot hold. Stand. Strike. Flash before we fade. I hold a younger you in my older hands; lips just settling after a smile and your eyes; forever with questions I couldn’t answer and now all that stands is our silence; for the voice is never part ofContinue reading “POLAROID “
See me, see in me, see the sea in me, see in me motion moving, from an outstretched ocean, returning, movements manoeuvring; the sea in me, seeping, seeping out of me, sweeping over you, over us now, not just me now, not just you and me now, us now, us two now, too. TheContinue reading “TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 11; WHEN THE SEA MEETS THE SHORE”
Seep, seep, slowly shifting, sea skirts shore, holy water washing in, anointing, bless us, blessed, in warm and wanted waves that widen as we watch, as we welcome, unaware of being too welcome. Seep, sweep, seduce the shore into submissive before you break the kiss off and beat the beach with your creep, creep,Continue reading “TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT”
We slip and slide like grains of sand that the sea seduces as time sweeps over us, combing us into compact companions that come apart after the sun shines and the warmth dries us up, how we hate the sand that slips between the cracks when we are parted from the shore and soContinue reading “TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 9; TRUSTING TIME”
We are the hourglass through which time slips, love seeps and life is lived on ever sinking sands, come see us turning over and falling down on new stops and false starts, like tides that sweep the shore, coming in and going out with less and less of more and more, or is it moreContinue reading “TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 8; HOURGLASS”