Between the lines and through the lens…
I lift a book and watch as dust particles catch air (dust; tiny particles of waste matter lying on surfaces) sentences stir, structure returns to life after slumber, some things come back- having long been forgotten (memory; the mental ability to retain and to recall previous experiences) I turn pages with consideration, parts pressed […]
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I live in a country where people say thank you to the drivers of busses- honestly. In the mornings, on school runs and city excursions, a country where people say thank you to the drivers of busses, even at middle door exits where they’ll nod, all the same, to the front, to the driver […]
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The Dragon Slayer in Doolin Brown cow seeks shelter Such weight under so much rock Hush, soft comes the sea My past is not buried beneath all that rock and weed like I first witnessed. My past has become moss and mould that has made more of these monstrous walls than I first saw. […]
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A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]
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I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized, once positioned next to pride on platforms now too […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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Sitting in a park in Paris, France as kids climb trees they’ll soon outgrow and birds busy their feathers in a dance of freedom we’ll never know. I fall through thoughts as someone tickles strings on cords too distant to be discovered and wonder where you sat; on the orange carpeted concerns of the […]
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