Between the lines and through the lens…
Oh child, sweet child, sleeping so beneath these big shoes and ties knotted to a life of change and choice, but we had to run, had to keep going, didn’t we have grow up so quickly; stand up, show up, give up, pay up. Oh child, sleeping child, so sweet beneath this bitter battle […]
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We cannot truly change that which we are, we cannot really laugh louder, be brighter, stay longer than our journey has already jotted down in a journal whose language is not our own. We cannot truly change the air, the ocean, the fire that forges its way through us, leaving us inspired or expired, […]
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The brighter man, the lighter man, the darker truth, the deeper vein, bind me to the rough, the real man, I beat as a bat. The clearer glass, elusive glass, the broken bed, the better lay, tie me to the rider, all night, I beat like a bat. The gentle rose, considered rose, the […]
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Like a whisper tissue is painted with purpose, silk spun from crisp cuts, white scented with sapphire parading into Prussian (fragile of frame and filigree), like a thought an image opens, a petal unfolding, shades seep into substance as the edges fade (how quickly we fall to forgetful) light, liquid, linger, a little longer. […]
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Look for me in the layers lost, in the careful caress that concerns the contours of form and finesse. The million meters mounded into magic, turned and twisted into tastes now termed timeless, look for me in the yards that yield towards yellow, that burn into beauty, like ochre opening, that grow towards the […]
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I am that fine line that divides what is feminine from what is futuristic. That fine line that flushes the fabulous out the fickle. The reflection of what once was encased in something else that might one day be called another new look. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This […]
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I am of an age that is ageless, the very essence that lingers somewhere between shadow and light; that indescribable grey matter separating all that aligns itself with black from all that derives its purity from white. I am the illusive thread tying together the journey, the twisting and twirling of cloths weaving together […]
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