FALLING THROUGH SPACE

  Ghost clouds gather over ice cold oceans of marble we can’t break through. Maybe there was something deeper below the depths we dared not dive. Breath is naked. Movement muffed. Air rigid. There is nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before the cold truth; this is […]

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A HOLD TO FLOAT ON

  We catch cords  like lungs lunge  towards the air, as if we would be   nothing   without something  to hold on to.  All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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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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I CAME TO THE CITY, PART 10; THE SUM OF WHO WE ARE

  And we are all a sum of circles… spinning, spiralling, circling something, orbiting our own atmosphere, seduced by our own stratosphere, (oh, how we smell) chasing our own tails; can circles have tails or is it just dogs? Although Plato portrayed us as circles split apart; restlessly looking for the rest of ourselves, worrying […]

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AN UNOBTAINABLE NEED, A SHORT STORY

  He stands in the shadows, staring out the window of his one bedroom suburban house onto the street outside. The late afternoon sunlight skirts the jaded red carpet as if looking for a way out. An old typewriter gathers dust on a desk next to stacks of unwanted, and seemingly unworthy, manuscripts. A breeze […]

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From Myth to Man in 37 Years

  When I was a boy I dreamt of you daily, When I was 20 I thought I knew you, As I fall toward 40 I’m not sure we’ve ever met, But I’ve loved you, you know, since childhood; Since I saw what it meant to hold someone’s hand And understood what that touch could […]

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