Between the lines and through the lens…
A city and a shadow, a choice; to stay or leave, to concede and crown myself as conquered and then be crushed or to continue on as committed commuter, to be complacent or constantly curious for more light so as to comprehend the darkness, to break down the barrier between all there is to […]
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All photographs by Damien B Donnelly
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I was silent once amid the noise, stumbling through smothering, a bare canvas cradling nothing in arms that had promised everything. I circled the globe once to find that home was just a word, a word that makes a memory to plot a beginning, not weighted but weightless. I am, like you all, no […]
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Lights danced on shivering trees dressed in a blanket of snow while a tale was told of a boy, born to be king, to never know choice. I kissed Christmas in someone else’s shadow and we whispered in the absence of his voice. I dreamt of a crib where a kid had kept faith […]
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I walk in circles now, following paths forward that crossover roads I once considered. Time trips onward but no longer is the line straight, no longer a captive of direct. This light is lit now like a last lap, here, in this place once prized, once positioned next to pride on platforms now too […]
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I used to sit here sipping cocktails I couldn’t afford just because you sat here years before me, drinking lust from lips that weren’t yours. I used to sit here in the heady heat of all you had eaten of each other, wondering if I stayed long enough would I be able to taste […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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