FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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A SEAT BEFORE CREATION

  Silent in her own darkness she takes a place by the canvas of creation and before its stillness she lets the light pour over all that has slipped between the shadows.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost for a week of colourful imagination. Photo of La […]

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IN THE ARCHITECTURALLY FASHIONED MEMORY OF WHAT IS NOW MODERN

  I am of an age that is ageless, the very essence that lingers somewhere between shadow and light; that indescribable grey matter separating all that aligns itself with black from all that derives its purity from white. I am the illusive thread tying together the journey, the twisting and twirling of cloths weaving together […]

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BEAUTY IN SPACES

  There is a beauty within this space, a creation considered to compliment the concrete, you can leave if you like by the stairs or you can rest for a while on the seat. There is a soul within these veins, a creation connected to more than just the carcass, you can leave if you […]

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HEMEROSCOPIUM

  I build sentences in the mind that had no existence before, a platform to ponder in a place that doesn’t exist, in truth, until it’s been told. I move through this Hemeroscopium like an architect building a house into a home, unearthing light to contrast the shadow my thoughts have been confined in, a […]

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THE KIND OF CREATURES WE ARE 

  Strange are the creatures we are beyond the bones that break and the backs that bare, striving to question our own conception within this creation ever depleting (and yet we all want more). Strange are the creatures we are beyond the fingers that fondle and the footprints that fade, striving to find a love […]

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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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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 19; CONFESSION

  I have been courted by counts and clowns, too costly to count, to considered to be questioned, too comical to consider courtly while in cities crowded with crossing carriages and calm corners curated in comfort. I have been coloured in, cared for, cooped up, critiqued, cried out and carried on, careless at times, cautious at […]

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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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COLOUR ON CURT CORNERS, PART 1, FANTASTIC FLUTTERINGS

  On dull days when the sun absconds from sky, when grey grinds gloom into gutters and mothers utter ‘stay inside’, children’s minds flutter to unfold like umbrellas opening; colours cascading over concrete clutter like candy to calm a calamity. In the midst of the mundane and the murky, inspiration catches on the canvas of […]

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