BOOKENDS; UNDER PARIS

  Caught is the consciousness in this constant climb, in this city of constrictions and its current that constricts and I can’t catch a breath. And the barricades have broken. Baffled by the beat my feet can’t follow and I am swallowed, sinking in this city of stone swamps and its concrete that compresses and […]

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BOOKENDS; THESE ARE NOT MY SHADOWS

  You cannot go back, to return does not mean to rerun, I recognise these streets, I can recall a certain laugh, a twisted lie, an open door, but my footprints have changed. I cannot find the same sunflower I drew when I was younger than this youth I now cling to and so many […]

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BOOKENDS; GOLDEN GREENS IN THE GARDEN OF GREEDY YOUTH

  In days now distant, we were one floor up, apartment dwellers whose viewless windows revealed to us more than the darkness that tried to appeal to us. Tambourine Therese tapped her tunes of truths not yet tasted, tumble leaves freshly fallen from the trees in the apple orchard of golden greens begging to be […]

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BOOKENDS; BETWEEN THE LIGHT AND THE LEGACY

  Paris, in between the light and the legacy, there is a silence waiting to be heard.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about looking at the shadow and light of Paris and the part I played in it, or the parts she played within me.

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BOOKENDS; WHEN CONSIDERING WHAT TO WEAR

  I was always looking to find the lighter side, the brighter side of your cold concrete cold corpses once carved into your concerns. You were papered over in such pomp and circumstance, such rigidity and reformation from centuries since removed but I found, once we pealed back each other’s layers that breath lingered behind […]

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BOOKENDS; EVOLUTION 12, SOME PEOPLE THAT WE USED TO BE

  We sit now and sip cocktails, the waiter pulls out your chair and hands me the menu after calling you madame. I strain now to hear your voice; softer, gentler, feminine finding freedom. I catch you checking your lipstick in the mirror, pulling a curl back into place above those blushed cheekbones still a […]

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