THE HAND OF HUME

  I was in Paris at the time- drawing rabbits on chalkboards in an Irish pub, on a Friday, in a cut-off corner of Chinatown. Joanna had studied in Queens, Mum was over from Dublin and Anna and I had promised each other forever friends though we barely survived the slow pull of a decentContinue reading “THE HAND OF HUME”

IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING

  We ate late, always- dinner a meal of plucked observations as much to titillate as to taste. We devoured each other, always- before dessert added too much sweetness to our combative copulations. Sometimes I pressed my mouth so hard against your lips that you’d have to swallow your own words. Sometimes when we weren’tContinue reading “IN PARIS. A PAIR. TASTING”

CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME

Would I have kept you closer, longer, if you’d been a soft toy that found my empty arms when the nights were endless instead of your characteristically classy chaos the posters never chose to optimize or were we meant to be just chalk running into the deluge of the rainstorm? Should I have been lessContinue reading “CLASSIFIED UNDER NO NAME”

WHEN THINGS EVENTUALLY GIVE WAY

  We were waiting for the green man beneath the blue sky, waiting on an open corner to cross over, do you remember? A simple day of smiling sunshine, an easy lunch of eating smiles and we were laughing, were laughing at everything and nothing- at the osteopath and his cracking observations and the sunshineContinue reading “WHEN THINGS EVENTUALLY GIVE WAY”

TIPS FOR CLEANING UP

  I saw a jellyfish once, just beyond the tide, a tick away from time’s reach where it couldn’t sting. On the same beach, once, though years later, as we dipped our desires below the moonlight, I lost your ring. A week later I found your sting was laying in other beds. I thought loveContinue reading “TIPS FOR CLEANING UP”

THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE

  Part I           I stood by the open window and watched and waited, surrounded on all sides by the wisteria that clung on as time passed by and forgave nothing. It felt like I was watching the seasons change as the leaves lost their gleam in the sunlight, found theirContinue reading “THE THINGS THAT LEAVE US COLD, A PROSE PIECE”

BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT

  There will always be a part of me standing by the water’s edge, watching how much of us got washed away and wondering how much more sunk so deep below the surface that it is now a captive more to your careful concrete than that ever coldly cutting current.     All words andContinue reading “BOOKENDS; ALL THE WATER CARRIES OFF WITH IT”

BOOKENDS, SEASONAL STREET SCENES ON A SATURDAY IN PARIS

All photographs by Damien B Donnelly The final photograph is me, today, back at Alesia, the 14th arrondissement of Paris where I first lived over 4 years ago when I came back to live in Paris for the second time. Today I was back here for lunch today with Mary, my dear Irish friend, whoContinue reading “BOOKENDS, SEASONAL STREET SCENES ON A SATURDAY IN PARIS”

BOOKENDS; TIMING IS EVERYTHING

  Coming in is easy. Learning when to leave is an art not easily understood.     All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly This month is about getting ready to leave Paris, for good. Today will also be my last day as pattern maker at the Paris fashion design atelier of & OtherContinue reading “BOOKENDS; TIMING IS EVERYTHING”

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