Between the lines and through the lens…
Do you remember Paris on occasions when spring sweeps in with its breath of those lost days, in that other life, before we knew London together or what it would be like to part? Do you, do you remember Paris, my little room, our lithe love and the plans we painted onto canvases of […]
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Would he cry now for the concrete that has taken root in reality, this was never what inspired his impression. I shiver sometimes when I slip to the edge of this shore where George saw more in suggestion and Stephen gave names to the dots. Balance and harmony are hopes, not foundations but you […]
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There are but minutes now, minutes in motion on metros, minutes moving in on me, on my identity, on my mark, on my leaning, on my meaning, meaning I am moveable, like a feast, as he said; A Moveable Feast, meaning I am manageable malleable, maybe unremarkable, mistakable. There are but minutes now, there […]
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Paris, the nature of a city… All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
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One ordinary, rather hot summer night, nothing special, nothing different, in my mind I ran my finger down the line of hair that ran from your chest before disappearing beneath your shorts as the breeze blew open your shirt and I caught the smile in your eye as you read thoughts. You, with your […]
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Some scenes we are stuck with like that hand in that taxi as we left the city I hadn’t said goodbye to. Whose hand did you think you were holding, didn’t you know what you’d found hadn’t yet been formed? Some scents are forever tied to necks where we’ve left traces of our lips, […]
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It was this morning and yesterday, all at once, a smell, a scent on the metro, in my nostrils, a decent into memory, a reverie playing, replaying while the Counting Crows played Round Here. We sang our own song, once, but time, like the metro, took us into different directions, with obligations steered to […]
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