BLACK IS ONLY SHADOW

  Winter has grey wings, feathers of sodden soot that come from concrete clouds too dense to discern any light beyond. Winter spawns grey wings but spring is an architect of possibility by a canal of colour that sweeps in after the fright of the frost and baths us in a blithe breath that blows […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 4; LITHE LIGHT

  The clouds quieted the stars above as I, on bended knee, bowed to the river and into its flow, in the growing light, let my hand slip beneath its movements, under its motions and waited to watch as its sway of waters waltzed over, moved through and flowed onwards, while never stopping, never straining, […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 3; THE CLIMB

  For every cracked climb, unconsidered but compulsory, that catastrophic clamber over chaos and confusion, there also comes the slide into smoothness; that paved path, pure and polished, an offer of an anchor before the next convulsion of the course. All words and photographs by Damien B Donnelly Photograph taken at the National Park of […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 1: ON THE ROUTE OF THE ROAD

— The sun burns the shadows as fields fall into forgetful, speed is not my subject nor a confusion I can peacefully pedal. We are tethered to tracks; all these pick ups and their set downs that perish after purpose while we rattle toward the repercussions and rebounds. The sun burns the shadows, I am […]

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IMPRESSIONS

Gentle breath All as yet an impression Morning yawns with uncertainty Thoughts flicker on skin Hairs rise to signal the day My body stirs to the stillness Feathers flap Cracks are caught in the concrete Roads are not the only route All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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CAST ALONG

  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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