THE RETURN TO THE WATER

  At 20 I was reckless, I waded into waters with careless concern for direction. At 40 I had grown to understand grounding; it was not the water that rushed through me but the bed my body rested on. I stand again over the waters, rushing always onwards, but have found my place in a […]

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LIMITLESS

  I am older now, wiser now, time has folded over fears and foolishness, I am man now, boy now; nowhere to be seen, I can gaze back at who I’ve been but can only wonder at what I’ll become. Time folds but life yearns to be limitless. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly […]

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FORGETTING TO REMEMBER

  There are words caught in his throat that he cannot speak or swallow, there are thoughts once captured and cradled now fallen from his mind, and butterflies flap in the garden. There are names once rooted in his heart now wilting like leaves at the onset of autumn, there are places that once held […]

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AN UNOBTAINABLE NEED, A SHORT STORY

  He stands in the shadows, staring out the window of his one bedroom suburban house onto the street outside. The late afternoon sunlight skirts the jaded red carpet as if looking for a way out. An old typewriter gathers dust on a desk next to stacks of unwanted, and seemingly unworthy, manuscripts. A breeze […]

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LITTLE BLACK DRESS

And every day that the sun still rose, and some days were unexpected, she took the dress and put it on as if it pulled back the years, as if her skin again was taunt, as if her hair again was blonde, as if her friends again were there. And in the dress she walked […]

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SOOTHING SOULS

  Mass has passed and dolled up dames roam the rues with coiffed up curls and cardi’s over shoulders in summer as Scholl’s sooth souls soles, widows window shopping for treats to tickle time that has left them behind. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FESTERING FRUIT

  Berries blacken in the bowl, their scent no longer salivating summer’s sweet seductions, winter withers in the distance, while fervent flies are fluttering, wings flapping to the rotting arousal of carnality lost to natures once fair bloom. Tastes are truly to the barer born. Bitter berries are black in the bowl, their flesh no […]

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