Between the lines and through the lens…
She was called Éireann, even in Holland, (misschien vreemd, ik weet het) though she was greener than I ever was, back then, with the mud of the land still caked into her guards while I was off and running, ever forward, adding guards to my guards till I saw the earth was round when […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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All photographs by Damien B Donnelly Today we are recalling the colours of my previous home town as yesterday a Dutch shipping company came along to move my belongings from my 5th floor/no-lift Paris apartment and start directing them towards Dublin. One Dutch man, one flams man, and me, the irishman, in Paris, speaking […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. All photographs taken in the Netherlands.
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Blue boy harbouring at hints from other hues; breathless to be breezy, tu sais? A longing to lay with lavender, on a lawn of iris and amethyst, to be lyrical with lilac in its supple shade, to whisper over walls like blankets over bodies, like worry over waves, ready to be ruby in red, […]
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It’s funny how you slip in along the side lines on days that don’t deliver that don’t distract. It’s strange how you pull me from the pit falls on days when I feel undone when I feel attacked. It’s alarming how you linger in the background. It’s odd how you hold me despite the […]
Read More…On route to Holland’s Haarlem
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