BLACK BEAUTY, THE LIGHT IN LOUGHSHINNY

  Clouds congregate under summer skies, standing towers, still, waiting for Napoleon’s rise. Up close, only echoes of history hit the hollowing rock below- coming in to slip out with more, in search of possession on another shore. There are footprints on the beach- horses hooves whose metal shoes now feel the rust of the […]

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THE HAND OF HUME

  I was in Paris at the time- drawing rabbits on chalkboards in an Irish pub, on a Friday, in a cut-off corner of Chinatown. Joanna had studied in Queens, Mum was over from Dublin and Anna and I had promised each other forever friends though we barely survived the slow pull of a decent […]

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PROPEL

  Bait Young love wore a black beret before I’ve even acquired a taste for the garlic. Desire, in the face of desolation, was the fuel of youth and knowledge, or lack thereof, its propeller and I was propelled. Bliss Years later I still hold the perfume- late night, 22, me, him and a motorbike […]

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AFDRUKKEN

  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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HEARTH

  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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WHEN LOOKING UP; DON’T LOOK BACK

  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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THE CARETAKER

  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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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY, PICTURING PARIS

  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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