Between the lines and through the lens…
Sand slips under foot like memory into mind, waves wash up along a country lane leading down into a secreted sea, past a thistle that pricks not; so much beauty cannot bear a beast. There is breath in these back fields I recall on the curve of this spiral game, returning like these tides […]
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They come and go, playing tag with the tide, swimming in to touch but the ocean is an elastic to recall. We came here once, a love of youth’s illusions, dipping our skinnies before I lost you on a breath without recall. It comes and goes; that tide, his touch, this time, so many […]
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For Liz… All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly At D’Illimination, Jardin des Plantes, Paris, 26th Nov, 2019
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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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Light leaks like water dripping from the faucet. You called me baby before you really knew me and stopped calling at all, afterwards drip… drip… nothing. Light lingers in quite corners like memories that refuse to flicker, not acknowledging that the night has fallen. We pour over each other like liquid on a perched […]
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Tall is the man willing to rise before the break of day beneath the blanket blackness and tip toe into the still untempered tide blindly, current cast as yet unclear, and trust in time to lean in with light. We can be cold creatures staking our claim with breath of blue into our ever-shortening […]
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Perfumed kiss and velvet poison, caramel can be a concrete candy, I blush, almost broken, a prisoner to this ocean of long grass and liquid sky, this smoky glass, darkly dazzling. A wild flower is not a sister of peace, fire is not a dance easy to put out. All words by […]
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Lost in a current capricious, a cast of confusion, but the river remembers its route. The water wades into the ocean & the drifting ends. All words and photograph by Damien B. Donnelly Inspired by a Twitter prompt from #WrittenRiver
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As you walked away I watched you curve through the current of confusion that had consumed us. Once torn on the tide, I waded out to let our worries wash off on the waves as a breeze buried its breath against my body like the kindness that once caressed us and all hurt once […]
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Under bedclothes, under darkness, under the weight of all that once was, I twist and turn through folds that blankets can’t seem to find freedom from. Under. Weight. Under water, undercurrent, under pressure at the deep end of denial, I twist and turn through waves the sea can’t seem to ship back to shore. […]
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