A BLACK CANVAS

  Mum tells of no moon tonight, as if it’s been lost, as if the darkness will never rise and the sun will weep at the thought of never catching another break. We cut an apple tree in the back shadow of the front garden yesterday but left the root, to remind it, perhaps, of […]

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AFTER THE TIDE

  Light. These are the days were we look to see where the light lingers longer. We rise like crabs up, after the tide has fallen, up, through solid sand now sinking, we can only wait so long- can only hold so much weight (in these days where we cannot hold at all) before we […]

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SUCH MOVEMENT BEHIND A SETTING SO STILL

Silver sky settles over sun-soaked sea where we watch the future ripple reflections; cranes in the corner of Korea coming closer to a mountain once central to the frame. Silence and simplicity have never shaken with such an uncertain stillness.     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly. This week’s ideas come from […]

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IN THE VALLEY OF THE SUN KING

  Sun shines in the valley where the sun king came to stay, shade is shy in the valley at the king and queen’s hideaway. Shadows slip through the valley down from stars to under stairs, some secrets slip through the valley whispered from lips of concrete heirs. Sun shines in the valley on swans […]

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AT THE SETTING OF THE YELLOW LIGHT

  I held your hand in a taxi, once, while thinking of another as you whispered into my ear, a sound I no longer remember, a scent now a breath away from touchable. I cannot hold everything anymore, not everything nor everyone. I recall the yellow light yearning to hold its own innocence stretching through […]

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