PROPEL

  Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]

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THE PAYMENT

  Concrete is no compliment to the current. Curls come and crash without care, you cannot keep an ocean contained in a single cup. ‘I hurl this wave with the weight of a thousand stones’ she sighs and slips back out as clouds come to commend. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly   […]

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FINE LINES

  There is a man, in the rain, in a hat, getting wet, growing mad, calling connards to the penguins of Parisian pedestrians plodding past him. There is a man, with cigars and a beer, by a bin, full of madness, next to tourists lost in maps as the rain pours down on the wrong choice of […]

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