Between the lines and through the lens…
You used to bashthick heel of stilettoed shoeagainst thin frameof metal water heatermounted over clogged sinkin pinched corner of kitchenat 6:00am,less than six feetfrom where I sleptand I leapt, every time,like someone had smashed an egginto the side of my skullwhere I tried to keep the peace. I can’t rememberhow we made our wayinto that […]
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We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’t […]
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I used to sit here sipping cocktails I couldn’t afford just because you sat here years before me, drinking lust from lips that weren’t yours. I used to sit here in the heady heat of all you had eaten of each other, wondering if I stayed long enough would I be able to taste […]
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A curious crimson caressed his cheek as we crossed the carriage, no winding words, no exchange of the extraordinary, only that crimson kiss of curiosity that blushed upon cheek and burnt into my hunger long hostage to painfully pale and drained out drought, before pressing passengers pushed me forward and him too far behind… […]
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I heard them marching through the streets of Madrid, at midnight, under the first floor moonlight as you sang me songs strung from their souls, men marching a million miles away, a million years away from the momentary memory we were making, your fingers stroking the strings I’d pulled too tight on the guitar […]
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We are nothing if not tight twists forever turning to be caught from our best angle. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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I constructed in concrete so many conditions to keep me away, like walls to fold me in and hold you out, but with every kiss the bricks dissolved like snow melting in the heat of the sun that rose again when I thought our foundation had melted. All words and drawings by Damien B. […]
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Perfumed kiss and velvet poison, caramel can be a concrete candy, I blush, almost broken, a prisoner to this ocean of long grass and liquid sky, this smoky glass, darkly dazzling. A wild flower is not a sister of peace, fire is not a dance easy to put out. All words by […]
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The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]
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Slip me in like a pill, ride these waves, this thrill. We are supplements to sensations, swimming upstream; salmon fighters, fresh for flesh, eager igniters. Lick these lips, take me; this pill, me green and you blue, there is no choice, addiction is not a selection but a devouring infection. You are base now […]
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