THIS HISTORY OF A HOME

  I live now in various shadows and only a few whose forms I’d distinguish. By a round tower on a little hill at the far end of a short road I can read the names of the first ones who named this place as a home, I’ve no faces for these folk who were […]

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TRACKS AND CHANGES

  They’ve built a running track beneath the low hum of this humdrum small town with its two pubs, skinny batch and round tower. Men lift weights with uncovered arms that’ve been internally attacked by giant sized popcorn. I lift smaller weights in the privacy of the shadows in the back garden but have still […]

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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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COMING BACK TO COURAGE

  I’d heard of songs being sung in other fields before I could even read the notes. Sometimes scores are set before the scenes have even been shot. Brave, they said, but I shrugged and set off. I had yet to learn how fear could freeze. A fool’s soliloquy is often lighter than the enlightened […]

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FRESH PERSPECTIVES AT THE MIDWAY MARK

  I pulled a seat up along the far side of the first hill of this midway through life’s climb and sat myself towards country, having been stripped for so long like bare bark by too many cities. Green blood poured upwards from your soil onto my skin until there was nothing left to separate […]

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ORIGINAL SONGS

  Here now, flown back to nest since moved in absence, these streets hold no shadows of my former shyness, they do not call me by nickname, or your name. I was never open enough then to be called by your name, their name, his name, back then when there was no him and barely […]

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VREEMD OF MISSCHIEN NIET (STRANGE OR MAYBE NOT)

  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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DON’T COME TO TAME THE CAT

  Red sun burns below a blue moon and the tiger rips through trees to escape the cat. Sometimes small things need to be as sharp as an icicle even when the sun comes to burn red beneath blue moons while she sings of those crazy cries of Havana’s love. She sang of Paris once […]

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SIMPLE

   Love is a simple thing- a jaded house waiting to be resold, to be a home again, you knock unexpectedly and I utter Enter, please, much like last time, already setting the table for two. Love is a simple thing fragile and foolish and forgetful. Love is a simple thing- a game of tennis, […]

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