ALWAYS THE LEAF

  I remember you, growing older, how your skin adapted- as if it had grown in the garden on the branch of the rhododendron. Shiny it was, with lines that time had tempered into it, ever so carefully, like you tempered peace into our panic, stillness into our hast, serenity into our cacophony. The leaf, […]

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A BLACK CANVAS

  Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]

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THE PAYMENT

  Concrete is no compliment to the current. Curls come and crash without care, you cannot keep an ocean contained in a single cup. ‘I hurl this wave with the weight of a thousand stones’ she sighs and slips back out as clouds come to commend. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly   […]

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QUACK

  Solitude will guard gentle breath as I slip from darkened day to dream, even if the daffodil, now bright upon the bank, comes despite concern. I smile as the memory of this kindhearted bloom unfolds within the shadows of this stilled room, here, where corners ponder the importance of a cell. In the distance, […]

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