RESILIENT

  Dry earth, its sharp teeth tear through trunks, spines spindle around nature’s tenacity; this rugged rage of rocks that have rolled, boulders are the big bands here spotlight of sandy sun bolts and center stage dawns of desert dust. Dry earth, cutting clouds like carefree-cotton fall apart amid the peak-like pinnacles that places people […]

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IN THE GARDEN OF MOTHER EARTH

  Mother, the path has been puzzling and there are patterns now, penetrating patterns once thought impossible, entwined around veins, like vines that vie for vittles on walls already wavering, on buildings bare as if each brick banished is a breath broken, Mother, I carry more now than before but fragments have flown, not yet […]

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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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