A SLIP AWAY FROM BLUE

  Eyes a slip of grey from blue in a city not known as home, on a mountainside to shelter a temple, she is as welcome as the wind is warm, she was there before us and we were caught before we knew it. She carves life, carefully, like the Buddha etched into stone, the […]

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SUCH MOVEMENT BEHIND A SETTING SO STILL

Silver sky settles over sun-soaked sea where we watch the future ripple reflections; cranes in the corner of Korea coming closer to a mountain once central to the frame. Silence and simplicity have never shaken with such an uncertain stillness.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. This week’s ideas come from […]

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WHEN THE EMPRESS IS REMOVED FROM THE EMPIRE

  There is art on walls, winding walls, in rooms on show with light, luscious light, and climate controls while she’s side-lined to the shadows to weep for the darkness that devours her skin, stuck like tar and trapped in stone, once tempered by an artist’s touch now off and absent, now long grown cold, […]

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GONE, THE GARDEN

  Gone is the garden, we are paved now in parts no longer potential to growth, to goodness. And the crow caws in the corner, flesh festering into feather. Gone is the garden, we have paved paths over all that was precious while thinking thoughtless, if only we’d thought less about what we wanted and […]

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THE GARDEN OF THE MOON

  There is a shadow, like a dream too delirious to light with language, whispering more of what swam away than what smears this still water I trudge through below a bitter moon that has made his garden in this breast of man.   All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This is a […]

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FROM AFAR

  In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming?     All words and photographs […]

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CLOUD’S ILLUSIONS

  Gardens grow, trees get taller, clouds gather. I see you in the movement, in the air that rushes past time turning, in the scent of sweetened summer now swept into corners now shaded. Clouds gather, trees get taller, gardens grow smaller. Eden is an illusion lost.     All words and photographs by Damien […]

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