GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

  There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than what smears this still water I trudge through below a bitter moon that has made his garden in this breast of man.   All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This is a […]

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THE PRICE OF A STAR

  And she sang of hope and harmony in a borrowed frock on Tuesday nights in a smoky bar below the Bowery where the Irish downed their whiskey while the Italians were always frisky and they touched her, always, after; her faithful followers fingering flesh as if to caress the affection she injected into lyrics […]

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STARDUST

  Stardust… the fallout from the flames, a nebulous of what was once known by names, now falling, through time and space, trailing dust, a trail of gentle dust in place of touch, in lieu of place, in lieu of hold and how we hold; tighter and stronger, longer, after, trying to hold a star, […]

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FROM AFAR

  In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming?     All words and photographs […]

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POTTERS ON THE ROAD

  I am free in the morning, in this morning town, waking, slipping from slumber like skin from sheets, like wings above clouds conquering concerns that come a calling and I am falling upwards, falling in love with light can feel it sparkling, even at day break, even when days break, falling for all that […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, PICTURING PARIS

  Journée du patrimoine 2019 (European days of Heritage) Saturday morning at: École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux Arts de Paris… Chapelle des Petits-Augustins… Cour de Murier… Cour Vitree… Amphitheatre d’Honneur  Bibliotheque… All photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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THE DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age-old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth the […]

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