BITTER BRIDGES

  Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness, always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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UNDER THE BRIDGES 

  We build bridges to cross trenches; trouble, treachery, tyranny, to cut across life’s inconveniences; cuts and cries and crisis, we cross bridges to build beliefs; I will, I wish, I want, discarding ties and loves deceased; I lost, I left, I let go, holding out for a life that’s better; bolder, bigger, brighter, hoping […]

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4TH JULY: NO MAN IS AN ISLAND

It may feel like winter in Paris and I may be rubbing Vicks into my chest while my nose runs like a tap from a so-called Summer (Man)Flu but these pictures recall a perfect summer when a Dutch girl and an Irish man cycled to Brooklyn and took the circle line under the bridges of […]

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BITTER BRIDGES

  Clouds cross the skies and trains cross countries while we cross each other only at jagged junctions and obstinate intersections, cluttered with catastrophes or below bitter bridges that bridge no boundaries, basked only in blackness always shadow, never light, always almost, never right here, right now, right moment, while clouds still cross skies and […]

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RISEN

I cross bridges blindfolded not afraid of the heights I could fall from but aware of the ocean of emptiness I have risen from. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Photograph taken in Södermalm, Stockholm, Sweden 

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