Between the lines and through the lens…
Relish inner organs, beasts and fowl- roast heart, slices of all kidneys. In the kitchen, breakfast, light and air, out of doors, everywhere peckish. Coals reddening. Sideways, squat. Soon. Mouth dry. A leg with tail, on high, fire. Lithe black form- sleek hide, white butt. She understands. She wants. She can jump her nature- […]
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Transmigration. Reincarnation. All things come round again. Stale smells fester like ripened leftovers behind unopened windows, taunt like tips of teased letters pressed under brazened pillow. Downstairs, black beast devours burnt flesh in the kitchen next to the faint flavourings of a urine scented kidney. Scald the kettle, she calls and he does, doesn’t […]
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We ate horse, once, at a corner table in a candlelit basement at Juuri’s- everything difficult to distinguish, in a trend filled restaurant where I’d blagged us a table with what you called my Irish charms that your French ones lacked in buckets. Earlier, we’d flown across the water on a large ferry to […]
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We used to hold hands, a quiver along the skin at touch, do you remember? You handled me like I was food, to be prepared pealed back, to find the taste within. I was advised not to- but I had hungered, had grown ill […]
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Slow is the swan along these tracks well torn, my feet tire in soft shoes that follow google as scavengers’ swim in closer to my scraps- braver the bird when hunger’s the only hold. Swift runs the water as if it didn’t want to stay, there are locks but not all lakes can be […]
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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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Humble at the heart of this landscape, this dreamscape I’m training through, I’m taken by its blossoming breast; forests firing up like volcanos that have shun their rest, luscious leaves of lava sweep through cities, for man has no control over the mountain just as nature has no defence against the molten flame, as fiery […]
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The Man. The morning was a challenge from the offset. One of those days when I should’ve stayed in bed; the milk had curdled in the crippled cardboard carton so my coffee was black and bitter before I accidentally downed half of it over the front of the shirt I’d spent too long pressing […]
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And we kissed and I took you in, in waves; your breath, your body, the smoothness of your skin, the ease with which my hands slipped from thigh to burning heat, lower, deeper, aching for exploration and my hunger rose and I took a breath and all that you are flooded me with nothing […]
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Nature has hunger Leaves unfurl like an opening of an umbrella with the opposite intention. Nature has hunger and already tastes the roaring rain still in the distance of the coming clouds. Nature has hunger and opens up while man has fear and covers over. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired […]
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