SUMMER’S STORM

  Heaven’s howling! Summer forsaken, storms converge, heaven’s howling! We have flittered too long fowling; nature forsaken, gods now purge our wasted ways, our sloth, our splurge, heaven’s howling!     All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly This is a repost.

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ENTANGLEMENTS

There is beauty and there is decay, they are gardeners of the same plot, seeking sustenance from the same sun, shade from the same soil, one awaits the wonder of the weather, the other; weathered by her ticking thunder. There is beauty and there is decay, they are inseparable, one holding fast to its height, […]

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THE GREEN BELT

  Like bodies for burial, on belts conveying commodities to congested communities, shrubs are shrouded in sheets of plastic that will not perish, in weather that can now only wither, along concrete too painful to penetrate, as brick and beast tower over twig and tree. All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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SCUTTLE AND SCURRY

We scuttle and scurry through stepping storms and stormy skies, through coughs and cries and hellos and goodbyes. We scuttle and scurry, seasoned citizens battling the seasons, the blistering breezes, the rains and the sneezes, the smothering sweats and the winters that freeze us. We scuttle and scurry from blankets to brollies beneath covetous clouds […]

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