Between the lines and through the lens…
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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We break from the path to follow the light, light that has no alignment to direction, to road or wood, less wandered or not, light that touches trees that have known more darkness than I will ever close my eyes to see and still they stand to catch the light, looking like leopards now […]
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I climbed you today in downpours and falling snows, no snowflake ever the same, no footstep ever similar, I climbed you today in sunlight and stealing shadows, in strokes of paint splattered in your memory by artists as foreign as they are familiar, I paused upon your steps, your streets of steps, the steep […]
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We are all stars, we twist and turn and twinkle, we are the bright, burning light, we blaze like the stars; twinkle, twinkle, we burn, we are burning like the stars; burnt out tick tock, hurtling across the sky, hurting beneath the sky where we cry. We are all stars, fast paced, fast moving, […]
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