ALL THE REST IS BUT ASH, AFTER

  A crimson blaze, a tiny tree, truth can be fragile, beauty can be breathless (does not always need to be burdened by our breath). Branches can be barren, nature can be hurtful but colour conquers concrete. Fragility can take flight, fields can be an ocean of fallen leaves that time will catch and crispen […]

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TO SLIP BENEATH REFLECTION

  Drawn to the river where the sunlight bends to bleed as the hush on the water finds a hold among the reeds.to  Caught by the current as if to slip from this climate, as if we could lose what we’ve learnt, as if all noise could fall to silent. To wade into the water,  […]

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A DEER BY A DOLMAN IN DUBLIN

– Where you there, all the time, I asked myself, for I have not discovered the powers of hindsight, as our words wove like the wind around the whispers the woods were once witness to? – Where you there all the time, I asked myself, in that soft spot of spirit in the fold of […]

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MOTOR AND MOVEMENT 

    Man or machine; stable steel or fragile filigree, spinning through space, through this space, life the length of a thread; never knowing how deeply the spool is wound. Man or machine, we motor and move, we spin tales and cross lanes looking for the link, the correct cog to coil around, to lighten […]

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NATURE HAS HUNGER

  Nature has hunger Leaves unfurl like an opening of an umbrella with the opposite intention. Nature has hunger and already tastes the roaring rain still in the distance of the coming clouds. Nature has hunger and opens up while man has fear and covers over. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired […]

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FROM AFAR

  In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming?   All words by Damien B. […]

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