Between the lines and through the lens…
I had the biggest bedroom as a boy but curiosity picked the box room at the lighter end of the short corridor for my summer’s sojourn. I was always looking for other walls that caught the shadows of other lives being lived- to touch the thought, at that time, was tantamount to taking part. […]
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White starlight, light and lucent, springs from the ailing earth, in quite corners of tended borders so fine and fair, fragility unfolding precious petals, perhaps to soften the edges of darker days that have set shadows upon so many sunsets. White starlight cradles beauty, a bold beacon blooming amid these burdens that bind us […]
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Rough round that rose bordered hem we ran, regardless of where her skirts did scurry, no fretting to the fraying of her fringes, never noticing how nimble had turned to not-so nifty above that border of red roses, oh so pretty… We carried you, like a child, that day, winter now withered as the bark […]
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We are born through barriers that break, water carriers through canals into comfort and concerns were borders are built to nurture nature while we are compartmentalised, still, more silent, less severe; fortunate, less so, white, less so, gay, straight, one gender, less gender, clever, less so, a part of peace or placed into parts […]
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I have parts of me twisted like rotten roots in drying soil and parts of me supple as feverish fruit, thirsty for attention. I am both crumbling skin trying to flee this figure and sides so smooth that they offer little hold. I have broken borders to be free and built boundaries to hide […]
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Walls cannot keep us from war, defences are not always the deterrent, destiny is not capable of being confined in a cage. I captured a corner of comfort but it grew cold, capturer and captive, alone is not alive, solitude is not always the solution when looking for solace. All words and drawings by […]
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I have these lines on my skin that illuminate when the light fades as if to ruminate on the tracks you’ve traced along these veins like sparks still falling after the light has parted. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
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Why do we spare the rose yet rape the weed from the root when beauty is fleeting but a blemish needs to be tended. All words and drawings by Damien B. Donnelly
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Doubt is not a cloak of black without light but a brilliant light unveiling on a tiny spec of darkness. All words and drawings 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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