A PANICKED PULL
— Beat. Break. Beat. Break. — Is there a monitor of these movements that shift beneath the skin? A rummaging within the ribs. I hear a broken bird beating against the bars of its cage, broken. – All organs […]
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THE RETURN
— Breezes are back in bloom and I am caught by the curl of the curtain as it catches in the courant d’air now coming in with questions for all that has slipped into a sleepy silence. — All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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A HOLD TO FLOAT ON
We catch cords like lungs lunge towards the air, as if we would be nothing without something to hold on to. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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TAKEN
What to report? To what port must you swim, in how little can one drown (shallow is often the sister to shady) air is not anything until it is nothing and nowhere, (sometimes existence is only revealed through disappearance) – are you someone until you are seen in the eyes of another? […]
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ELEMENTS
There is a sea On front of me, Its waters awash With possibilities, Waves of wisdom, Its tides tickle my toes Tempting me into its depths, There is a sky Above me, Rolling with clouds Of cotton candy, Pillows of potential, Folding and flexing And forming my future fate, There is water in the sea […]
Read More…FLYING IN AIR
I am airborne, Life is being lived Beneath me Amid the flickering lights, In the daunting darkness, Like festive fairies twinkling- All myth and mystery, Miles away Amid mountains That look like molehills, Meandering mechanically In moving motors. I am now living In the breath held, Passing through time, Pausing, Passive, Patient, Pondering possibilities, Playing […]
Read More…A LOVE OF LAND AND SEA
We were the writers Of our own world, You and I, Creators and curators Of our own course And from that first embrace We built the blueprint Of our future Together, We burnt our imprints Onto each others flesh And built a life around The connection we made Far from a world Waged on wealth […]
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