PLAYING GAMES

  When I was a child, was I thoughtless or taught less or was there less to think about, less to love? Though life was never loveless. When I was a child, did I dream less because I didn’t know any more? When I was a child, I lied without knowing the truth of a […]

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UP FOR AIR

  Diving is not that difficult- I’ve held onto trickier things over time than just this breath. Diving is not what’s difficult, not that descent into darkness- it is the light that blinds, it is the sun that burns. Diving is not that difficult- we swim into silence, current cuts movement, we make moments of […]

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GRAINS OF SAND BENEATH CERULEAN SKIES

  Faith is fragile, courage is not always conclusive until called, we do not command the waves nor comprehend the clouds. I tell you this sand will be swept into the sea by night fall, this baying breath of cyan neath the stretch of those cerulean skies. This smooth, salt-licked land was forged from fire […]

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ORANGE COLOURED SKIRTS

  ‘And there can be days like this,’ and the boy smiled and sausages swam past him in shorts and shades and in the sky dogs with Madonna mikes flew over kittens in orange coloured skirts and Beyoncé in their boogie. ‘And there can be days like this,’ his mother said as she painted pictures […]

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RUBY RED

  We walk on berry bushes, capture lies in jam jars, rich ruby reds to dapple sweetness over the bitter truth. We walk on clear waters fishing through sieves for reflections of who we were before we drowned the earth dry. We walk on land but turn towards the clouds, trying to draw conclusions from […]

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THE ANNUAL OFFERING OF ATTENDANCE

We sit in rows, in reverie, with reverence, neighbour to defender and defiant, some say the saved above and the rest below, new coat and scarf on the shoulders of one, the timings of the turkey and its trimmings in the head of another, already ticking, already thinking of some other wonder needing worship while […]

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HALF OF THE WHOLE

  Lanterns are tied around hope like we twist naivety around the truth, like we twist around arms as if we can strangle more comfort out of complacent, the need to hold onto something regardless if fragility is tied to a breeze we cannot keep at bay. Winds are blowing in the northern skies while […]

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TURNING CARDS

  In tarot I turned over cards like time turns darker days into enlightening nights, fortune found me first in the Fool’s hold; a kiss of ignorance upon freedom’s feet, a deep dive into depths I processed no questions for. In the World I saw the circle close in to caress, a formation of balance […]

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FAITH 

  Falling from above into a concrete sea where tree meets sky salvation is still possible.   All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly 

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