FALLING THROUGH SPACE

  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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LONG DAYS

  Beauty bays in the back gardens of concrete we’ve created, simplicity shouting from the shadows of cites under siege, precious petals pulsing with potential, lines of light longing add contrast to contour, like age adds interest. Long days, lonely, waiting to be witnessed by more than just the falling rain… We all are beauty, […]

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ATTENTION

  We are nothing if not tight twists forever turning to be caught from our best angle. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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