COLOUR DANCES LIKE A FLAME OVER CONCRETE

  Colours catch fire over concrete, catch life, catch the laughter that will not linger for as long as this concrete. Measure moments not in length but in weight, weight, don’t wait to catch life; it is cold to be concrete and watch the flames flicker out, to be caressed but never considered consumable. We […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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IN THE PLACE OF THE FORMER PRINCE

I flew back to a day no longer this day, returning to the rubble I had run from to catch the last slab being laid upon my childhood buried under a concrete garden, not even a root to latch on to. I saw the permanence of the pavement pour over the past no longer possible […]

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IMPRESSIONS

Gentle breath All as yet an impression Morning yawns with uncertainty Thoughts flicker on skin Hairs rise to signal the day My body stirs to the stillness Feathers flap Cracks are caught in the concrete Roads are not the only route All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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UNDER CONCRETE

  We seek shelter from the sudden sun within this city of concrete class, everything here is concreted, change is considered but takes centuries to occur. I have been asked for fax numbers, offered cheque books and been told that fibre is only forming and would dial-up not do?! We seek shelter from the storms […]

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