Between the lines and through the lens…
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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