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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