CIRCLING 

  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 already […]

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BE AFRAID BUT BUY THE BOOK…

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? […]

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BOUND 

  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 along […]

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SHROUDED IN HOPE 

  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. 

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ON THE PAGE 

  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. 

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POLAROID 

  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 of […]

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TIME ON THE TIDES, PART 10; CREEPING ON THE CURRENT

  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, […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 9; TRUSTING TIME

  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 so […]

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 8; HOURGLASS

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 more […]

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