IN OR OUT

  Lilium lancifolium lies back in a bed we repositioned last spring under the scorch of today’s mid-afternoon melt. In a slow movement that set her into structure, before the dawn woke the rest of us, she assumes a position to demonstrate the perfect pliancy of her freckled petals and pushes everything out to be […]

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BOOKENDS; THIERRY’S LINE

  One ordinary, rather hot summer night, nothing special, nothing different, in my mind I ran my finger down the line of hair that ran from your chest before disappearing beneath your shorts as the breeze blew open your shirt and I caught the smile in your eye as you read thoughts. You, with your […]

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DOWN THE DRAIN

  My body my body has a memory my body has a memory of you my body has a memory of your skin. My body my body remembers my body remembers how it bent my body remembers how it bent to your beckoning. And yet my mind my mind has washed itself my mind has […]

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THE CURRENT OF CREAMY COFFEE

  I sink beneath your skin like sea sweeping over sand, you, a thousand grains glistening while I wash over you in warm waves, your salty sweat sweet below my current. I slip between your lips like cream coming into coffee, our senses fired like frothed fluid as we pound passion into fragile flesh once […]

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TRIMMING THOUGHTS LIKE PURPLE THORNS

  I take this thistle like I take these words, I trim the thorns at times for desire to be softer, sweeter, so lines can be calmer, cleaner. I seek out the heart of the whole, for now, for here, for this moment, for the sentiment of this song that comes for but a season. […]

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WHEN SUMMER FINDS YOU

  Water turns on the tide, roots find ways through the rubble. Nature is adaptable. But the body is bound to the bone, movement moulded to our muscle and the shadow cannot de deceived and yet you itch. You claw at this fleshed reflection on front of you and see in its faults the fraud […]

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CAST OFF

– Along the river bed, long running with water already washed through our hands, – long is not the hold we have to harbour, – long running with this water no longer light at its level, no longer smooth along its sands, – along this bend of river I cast into the current, like a […]

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CRACKS

  I had you, for a while, at hello till I turned out to be someone you didn’t know as the sun set and the shadows slipped over uncertainty, like obscurity was a form of security to cover those curt corners you’ve learned to conceal instead of trying to heal, concerns you’ve turned into crutches, […]

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ON THE PAGE 

  Temptation turns me like an open book & you read the truth of who I am between the naked lines, skin transparent, desire nowhere to hide. All word and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. 

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