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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NO COMPARISON

  And they say that man is master and should marvel at all he can make but there’s no mistaking the meaning of majesty when the seas and heavens shake.    All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE BLUE PILL

  Digital download, activate avatar; humanoid performance, interface, access joy, bytes to brain, stream a cloud cover to convey intelligent thought and combat subconscious combustion. Access matrix; choose the blue pill and clear the cache. All movement falls to manual override, factory settings restored to screen, reflected appearance is perfected but the motherboard sparks unseen […]

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CONTROL

– Control. How to cut deep. Tipping toes in the tepid tides of therapy. We are cunning creatures in unconscious, under cover, cool to discover the character beneath the cadaver. Control. How to discover, how to distance the self from its disguise, from the depths we dive to deceive the day, the way we weave […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 16; LILTING LULLABY

  I thought we were templates for tattoos to tell tales on, I never thought to the tire skids and teeth marks time’s tiger would temper on our skins. ‘Here kitty, kitty,’ we call and curiosity comes crawling out from under as cat with claws uncut. ‘Cute Kitty, come catch,’ we call through the forest foliage, […]

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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 9; A MUSE ON A ROUGH ROUSE

  ‘You gotta be what you want,’ that’s what they say, ‘You gotta be what we want,’ that’s what they mean and, brother and sister, they can be mean. But we can’t all be compliant in complacency, we can’t all be kept compartmentalised into your conditions, I have my own conditions. Cotton Avenue has come […]

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HARD TO SWALLOW

  I bowed on bended knee on foreign shores             on silk cushions where no one knew me to an invisible deity. Did you see me? Did I exist for you? Did you believe in me? Did you exist within me truthfully, invisibly? I bowed on bended knee into the […]

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