RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

And a few more Villette Follies for Nigel: All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly along canal Saint Martin through Parc de la Villette and continuing along the canal into Pantin in the suburbs.

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BLINDING LIGHT

Blanket light, blinding in the back seat, not all light is light, the sun can burn through its beauty, the mind can tear through its thoughts as wheels will themselves across these bridges, feet too far from the ground to feel its gravity, we build our own graves along these roadside reveries. Blanket light, burning […]

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FRIENDS FOR A SEASON

  They were just girls in a stifling city, each but a slip of the seasons, baring a hope for what they might see and running for different reasons. Jenny was winter and already withered and looking for comfort from the cold, she was journey and distance all rolled into one and the secrets she […]

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BORDERS AND BOUNDARIES, NO. 11, NAPOWRIMO

  When I was a boy under blankets  I twisted through dreams that turned on me soft and slow as if time  had slipped from my hands  in my desire to turn  from boy to man but now I wonder if time was warning me of the ties  that get lost  when we try to […]

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STILL WATER 

  We were like water: rushing, rubbing against bed and bank, running; to get to nowhere, not knowing where, not knowing we were already there. We were like water; no longer running, our tale withering on the river. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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