Between the lines and through the lens…
Coming in is easy. Learning when to leave is an art not easily understood. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about getting ready to leave Paris, for good. Today will also be my last day as pattern maker at the Paris fashion design atelier of & Other […]
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High on a hilltop, you climb above your age and whisper the wisdom of your ancestors like its wealth (hush, I say, to hear the humble) worn words as woven into the earth as the roots of the trembling trees standing to support those above it. High on a hilltop, a former teacher caresses […]
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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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Eat the storms, Mother said, boil these beds of bitter blackness until the dream rips through the rain and translucent turns to trust, even a diamond must ache in the darkness until compression can no longer compound its shine. Eat the storms, Mother said, slip the shivering skin out under shimmering sky until touch […]
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It’s day 27 of Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats which means all of us who’ve taken part in this fantastic poetry challenge have created 27 new poems inspired by Ireland’s greatest poet. Today’s quote is: ‘Once more the storm is howling, and half hid under this cradle-hood and coverlid my child sleeps on.’ […]
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