THAT WHICH IS MAPPED OUT FROM THE START

  There was always an end Even before we started To circumnavigate Time’s tock- Listen Still Hear it Winding back To that first tick There was always an end We Were Just greedy Like composites Wanting to be primes.     All words photos by Damien B Donnelly

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BOOKENDS; EVOLUTION 12, SOME PEOPLE THAT WE USED TO BE

  We sit now and sip cocktails, the waiter pulls out your chair and hands me the menu after calling you madame. I strain now to hear your voice; softer, gentler, feminine finding freedom. I catch you checking your lipstick in the mirror, pulling a curl back into place above those blushed cheekbones still a […]

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THIS IS HOW IT ENDS!

  He wrote you a love song, A sonnet full of substance but it quivered on a quaver, percussion piercing it, smacking it suddenly, separating it from any sense of synchronicity, drums drowning it in dissension, ruining all reminder of resonance, burying it brutally in the blues, bare and broken. He wrote you a love […]

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A Face in the Crowd

You, With your red shirt and blonde hair Desperate to scrape your way out As I slipped myself in, You, With your tired eyes and fading blond hair- Slouching towards the end of another day While sensing the closing was near.   You, With that smile not nearly as bright as the rest Who basked […]

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