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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A SEAT ON THE TRAIN

  A factory man forged in fights on streets and bars on iron clad nights and a local girl born and raised in longing, loss and dreams unglazed who crash sometimes behind the shades to drink, to fuck, to drop their blades on this desert town of dirt and dust, of cactus, crows and mounting […]

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SOMETHING MORE

If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body             layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body             value from veins […]

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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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RISEN

I cross bridges blindfolded not afraid of the heights I could fall from but aware of the ocean of emptiness I have risen from. All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Photograph taken in Södermalm, Stockholm, Sweden 

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RED RIBBON

You opened me You held my heart in your own bare hands beating I bared all for you I lay naked for you I shed my layers revealing, I have become undone loosened, lessened, I have been unravelled like ribbon unrolling, red knotted ribbon, like red rotting blood on the stone cold floor of a […]

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Nothing, Beyond the Sea…

‘Nothing can be done,’ She said Almost smiling, Her clothes and skin A lighter shade Of hospital white, ‘Nothing can be done-‘ She said, ‘Head up, Eyes forward, Grin and bare it.’   Nothing more to do, Nothing else to see, Not a single reason to cry- No ocean flood will bring them back For strong currents […]

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