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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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.24, NAPOWRIMO

  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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FLEETING BLUSHES

– We drink eternity, soft, slow, salty, like coffee cups of unexplored ocean blues, breathing in dark stars, bleeding in the wake of the wild breeze that has no home in these fatherless trees, eyes moist by this window of time, a prisoner of this smoky glass. We are porcelain colored in concrete, a brilliant […]

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CONCRETE CONDITIONING 

  Imagination is forgotten as we grow into compromise, into concrete, cities cover the condemned in a cloud of conditioning and leaves the child  imprisoned in us all.   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly 

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