THE DREAM; SUNDAY NIGHT, ALMOST LIGHT

  The Dream; Sunday Night, Almost Light. I dream of dark nights that cannot hold their identity tight, that break into tight pieces of light when mind succumbs to dream’s dimension and stumbles (still sweaty under sheets) upon hidden altar in open field, light cast as day amid dark of night, depth of dream, this […]

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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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NOSTALGIA

  Nostalgia is what we try to believe, the truth is what we try to escape. Curious how comfort can often be found cowering in the corner of a cell. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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FALLEN FROM FABLE, day 13 of A Month with Yeats

  It’s day 13 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats and today’s inspiring quote is from ‘The Hosting of the Sidhe’ by W.B. Yeats: ‘Away, come away: empty your heart of its mortal dream.’ My poem today is called: FALLEN FROM FABLE   When this mortal coil uncurls is it a fall into a […]

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THIS CAN BE PARADISE

  All tides, like time, trickle away, all thoughts are tempered towards forgotten, all hold; to the harbour of has been. All waters wash through rivers to find the ocean. We are water washing through paths, plotting our way towards that dream of paradise. Today we are hope floating, tomorrow; no more than faded memories. […]

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KISS HIM

  ‘Kiss me before the light fades into the dream of what once was’ she pleads. Kiss him and fall, and then look for him, let her look for him, falling through the fine hold of false hope as he moves off to twist through other sheets. Kiss him and he is gone evaporated in […]

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