FALLING THROUGH SPACE

  Ghost clouds gather over ice cold oceans of marble we can’t break through. Maybe there was something deeper below the depths we dared not dive. Breath is naked. Movement muffed. Air rigid. There is nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before the cold truth; this is […]

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GOING EAST

  I have crossed oceans without feeling the weight washed beneath their waves… I have cut through clouds without knowing the worries they whisper to the stars… I have flown from darkening dreams towards tomorrow’s daylight and yet the light is already fading on front of me before my past has even slept before my […]

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CLOUD’S ILLUSIONS

  Gardens grow, trees get taller, clouds gather. I see you in the movement, in the air that rushes past time turning, in the scent of sweetened summer now swept into corners now shaded. Clouds gather, trees get taller, gardens grow smaller. Eden is an illusion lost.     All words and photographs by Damien […]

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COTTON CANDY

  Clouds come, cover, congregate, create contours out of what was once just colourless cotton candy to catch us unaware as we swim through each other’s current, currently without caution and I wonder if we are no more than clouds; coming together, creating colours in between the shadows before we fall too heavy, too saturated, […]

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PURPLE CLOUDS

  In that garden of the many meadows of my mind plants grow down from purple clouds carved of cotton catchable candy and seek substance from the surface and not the ceiling. In that garden of the many meadows of my mind fences are painted with faces familiar and mouths to catch kisses if you’re […]

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MOMENTS AFTERWARDS

  In absence lips lean out in longing, clouds gathering, a chill in the air, the warmth slipping. Memory is a playful thing, you tease and turn over and back to before. We kissed, I feel it intensely, I see it clearly in the mirror still marked from a night now over. Cold showers call […]

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THE OTHER SIDE

  What is life but a book to read from both sides, from either end, from all there is to see here below the constant clouds of consideration, from far on high where the clouds are carpet and the stars as close to perfection as we can get, for midway through this meander of noise […]

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