HOUSE. HOME. HARBOUR

  Spiral. Sea. Sound. Snail shell. Seashell. Cochlea. Calm. Current. Cacophony. Hollow to house. Hollow to harbour. Hollow to hear. Slow. Sand. Sense. Snail Shell. Seashell. Cochlea. A house. A home. A harbour for the sound of everything.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO.20, NAPOWRIMO

  Beat beat on beat back. Break  break in break out. Hold  hold on hold out for happy for hopeful  for a harbour. We can be drums beating out every breath breaking down every boundary  having a hold on the harbour  while the current  caresses us with connection  that is ours for the catch. We […]

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HUNGER IS NOT A HARBOUR

  Running to all that is new, to all I have not yet seen, attracted to the covered corners the light can not carve comfort into… Running to all I don’t yet know, to all I have not yet called by name, haunted by the houses not yet home and the whispers not yet known… […]

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NO ROOM IN THE ARC

Falling… through time that never truly changes while never really stopping, through thoughts that cannot be accounted for, that cannot be considered accountable and still we are counting but not the cost. Falling… through floorboards of homes that are no more (did we invent the word war?) no more the heart at home, no more […]

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