A HOLD TO FLOAT ON

  We catch cords  like lungs lunge  towards the air, as if we would be   nothing   without something  to hold on to.  All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 2; DRAWN TO THE DEEP

  In sweeping sprays the ceaseless sea is savage to the shore; bound and breathless, always and evermore. Living life on lucent lines that linger on longing but are lulled by the lullaby; that constant cord caressing the circle ever spinning by. Ardent amoureux are we all, ever eager to be eaten and drawn to […]

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HANGING ON HAPPY SONGS

  We hang ourselves whole by the ropes that we weave into wishes, veins that vie like vines by the nooses we knot around necks, twisted and tangled around muscle and tissue that dries no tears. We are stained with the tears the years have taught us to play with. We try to play happy […]

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