WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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FRIENDS FOR A SEASON

  They were just girls in a stifling city, each but a slip of the seasons, baring a hope for what they might see and running for different reasons. Jenny was winter and already withered and looking for comfort from the cold, she was journey and distance all rolled into one and the secrets she […]

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TURNING CARDS

  In tarot I turned over cards like time turns darker days into enlightening nights, fortune found me first in the Fool’s hold; a kiss of ignorance upon freedom’s feet, a deep dive into depths I processed no questions for. In the World I saw the circle close in to caress, a formation of balance […]

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NOSTALGIA

  Nostalgia is what we try to believe, the truth is what we try to escape. Curious how comfort can often be found cowering in the corner of a cell. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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A HOLD TO FLOAT ON

  We catch cords  like lungs lunge  towards the air, as if we would be   nothing   without something  to hold on to.  All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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