Between the lines and through the lens…
I found you in Amsterdam, weet je nog? Natuurlijk! Somewhere on the Overtoom, in the summer of my slow 30’s when home was a broad barge on a narrow gracht. Lijnsbaansgracht it was. Weet je nog? Natuurlijk! I wonder how deep the things we’ve held are carved into our core- like all those letters […]
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The old walls have been walled in by warmer ones but their youth has nothing on the cracks and secrets the originals would disclose if you could still sit around that old fire and watch the smoke rise up to the high ceilings since brought down to a more manageable level and yet I […]
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One born to song and sorrow One killed by serpent’s bite One lost to hands of Hades One walk from dark to light If I could say to hold the note If I could say to keep the chord If I could say that she will follow And that fear should be ignored One […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day , Stay safe and Socially Distant and wave a Shamrock from your window
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I used to sit here sipping cocktails I couldn’t afford just because you sat here years before me, drinking lust from lips that weren’t yours. I used to sit here in the heady heat of all you had eaten of each other, wondering if I stayed long enough would I be able to taste […]
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High on a hilltop, you climb above your age and whisper the wisdom of your ancestors like its wealth (hush, I say, to hear the humble) worn words as woven into the earth as the roots of the trembling trees standing to support those above it. High on a hilltop, a former teacher caresses […]
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Journée du patrimoine 2019 (European days of Heritage) Saturday morning at: École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux Arts de Paris… Chapelle des Petits-Augustins… Cour de Murier… Cour Vitree… Amphitheatre d’Honneur Bibliotheque… All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
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