ANCIENT THING

  You can bury only bone, battered and broken, with a rose to bounce upon the cut of the coffin, but this ancient thing that sways day into night will not wither as our flesh falls from the light. Into the open earth we cast our demise as time turns onwards, even in a box […]

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HALIBUN, BREATHTAKING

Round runs the route over rolling rocks to mouths of baying blue where sand is seduced by the suckle of the sun soaked shore as diamonds dart above the depths. Cut is the coast into rugged regal, beauty the more buoyant when more is taken and the frailty unfolds. By this bay of breathtaking, this […]

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TO LINGER LONGER, MAYBE…

  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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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 5; COTTON CANDY

  Clouds come, cover, congregate, create contours out of what was once just colourless cotton candy to catch us unaware as we swim through each other’s current, currently without caution and I wonder if we are no more than clouds; coming together, creating colours in between the shadows before we fall too heavy, too saturated, […]

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FORGIVENESS

  If you are forgiving to my omission of carving your name eternal upon my flesh then I will be forgetful to the distance you divined to draw your own deceits upon skin that wasn’t mine as I forget you completely. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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THE DEPTH UNDER THE MOON

  Moonlight melts languidly on liquid lakes like suds on dishes like snow on windows like thicker skin over age old scars. Moonlight floats momentarily on rippling reflections like the tingle after kisses like the scent after sex like the pain after parting. Moonlight flirts on the water to divine whether the depth is worth […]

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RIVERSIDE

  You were my friends, you were my childhood, our beds by the riverside,  on the north side of the south, far from the troubles, far from the loyalists and the loss, loyal to what, I ask? I see us all now from the far side, from another side, you were always on my side,  even when I wasn’t, sharing […]

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CARVED IN

  You are carved upon the lines, carved upon the seat, carved upon the branches and the roots and the shoots of the tree that stood before you, carved upon the life, carved upon the heart, carved upon the tears and the tissue and the memory of the mind that holds you, your scent is still […]

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