AGEING FRUIT IN THE HOT SUN

  Beat and blow and bare away, let not blood rip beauty black. We watch, we want. “I want hot peaches, honey,” you said. “No music for me, no sun”   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost as I am busy baking birthday cakes for myself and co workers

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RISING THROUGH THE RICKETY REDS

  I laid on the floor and touched the marbled perfume of the ocean as it washed over me, waves of flying feathers, a fluid fire of salted foam. I kissed the poison of your lips, once, and did not die as you came over me, next to me, inside of me. Decay is not […]

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ENTANGLEMENTS

There is beauty and there is decay, they are gardeners of the same plot, seeking sustenance from the same sun, shade from the same soil, one awaits the wonder of the weather, the other; weathered by her ticking thunder. There is beauty and there is decay, they are inseparable, one holding fast to its height, […]

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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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QUESTIONS FOR THE NIGHT

The trees have lost their branches, Their leaves long since took flight, Barren, bare and lifeless they stand As the mist engulfs the night. The playground hauntingly sits alone, Where have your petals gone? You are the seed upon which they can grow, Oh, where have your petals gone? Pools of water lying still on […]

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