HOUSE. HOME. HARBOUR

  Spiral. Sea. Sound. Snail shell. Seashell. Cochlea. Calm. Current. Cacophony. Hollow to house. Hollow to harbour. Hollow to hear. Slow. Sand. Sense. Snail Shell. Seashell. Cochlea. A house. A home. A harbour for the sound of everything.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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A SONG ABOUT THE SPIRALS

  The circles spiral. Goodbye is not a definitive swan song. Time cannot be buried in a single spot. Early evening and the sun no longer sets in this kitchen that watches the seasons turn without comment. The sills have new shadows we have not yet named. This morning broke over fallen feathers and for […]

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CIRCLING 

  We come together again and again to create, to comfort, to concede, to compromise, to be co-habitors hiding old habits but bound like a boomerang to fall back on ourselves in this constant search within the circle, praying for the little mercies to bring us back to a better completion of the circumference already […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 10; THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles… spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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