BOOKENDS; EVOLUTION 12, SOME PEOPLE THAT WE USED TO BE

  We sit now and sip cocktails, the waiter pulls out your chair and hands me the menu after calling you madame. I strain now to hear your voice; softer, gentler, feminine finding freedom. I catch you checking your lipstick in the mirror, pulling a curl back into place above those blushed cheekbones still a […]

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BOOKENDS, STARTS TODAY AT 5PM GMT

  Coming today and everyday at 5pm for the next 30 days… BOOKENDS A GOODYBE TO PARIS before returning to Ireland after 23 years away A month of moments and memories, passion and partings poetry and photography WordlessWednesdays and StreetScenesonSaturdays   By Damien B. Donnelly

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BOOKENDS, coming soon

    Coming in November… Bookends A month of goodbyes Spending my final full month in Paris looking back in order to move on. Each day will be a new or revised poem and, of course, some photographs of this city that I’ve been connected to since I was 22 and will soon leave at […]

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THE ART OF KISSING 

  Kissing is an art like the art of leaving you wanting more, like the temptation just to tease; lip, tongue, light, longing… the art of kissing, just like leaving.   All words and photography by Damien B. Donnelly

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TIME ON THE TIDE, PART 4, OTHER ROOMS

  And so another door finds its hinges turning to a close (you choose, you enter, you stay, you leave), tides twist and then return as another summer finds winter whistling on the arms of outstretched autumn (rains fall, flowers grow, sun shines, rain returns) and I wonder what is left within the rooms I’m […]

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AFTERGLOW

  Hunger harbours its hold like a boat bent on the scent of the sea and we are bound to the pull of its freedom, its current crushing all caution as we fall folly to its friction on bended knee in benediction, on beds of bodies bare and breathless, tongues tempted towards taste, buoyant on […]

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PULLING AWAY

The train pulled away it pulled at me pulled all I’d known away, leaving me lost in a scent that was neither you nor I but what we had once been before we’d broke broken and pulled away the train pulled away pulled at broken bits scented, soured, stained and tourists pulled bags this way […]

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JONI ON THE WALL

  After years of painting you Tones of turbulent indigo, Tending and transforming you, I’m busy building you back To basic, a fresco of freedom For us both in walls of white, Whittled back to what it was Before I splashed a signature Of substance and delight, hoping A house could be a home, hanging […]

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FRANCE IS CALLING, ATTENDS!

Packing boxes… Separating substance From superficial, Measuring All that matters In the memory Against All that clutters In the closet, And France is calling… Attends! Packing boxes… Selling superfluous And saving sentiments, Tittering At trousers Thought to be trendy And fretting At photos Of faces forgotten, And France is calling… Attends! Packing boxes… Putting pressure […]

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WHILE TIME STOOD STILL

You were watching While I was sleeping When time stood still. Was I dreaming We were loving While time stood still? In our meeting There was comfort And time stood still. I was hungry, You were chocolate When time stood still. In the morning You were pensive And time stood still. Were you thinking Of […]

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