IMPRESSIONS

Gentle breath All as yet an impression Morning yawns with uncertainty Thoughts flicker on skin Hairs rise to signal the day My body stirs to the stillness Feathers flap Cracks are caught in the concrete Roads are not the only route All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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TRIGGERS

  We still taste the scent of semi lucid laughter edging over apples being skinned and sweated on extra ordinary Saturdays of sweeping and stews, still taste the crisp coating of confusion beneath smiles barely swimming over tears there was not enough threat to trace. We still trace, still blindfolded, those outlines of imagination now […]

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UNDER CONCRETE

  We seek shelter from the sudden sun within this city of concrete class, everything here is concreted, change is considered but takes centuries to occur. I have been asked for fax numbers, offered cheque books and been told that fibre is only forming and would dial-up not do?! We seek shelter from the storms […]

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STEALING SCENTS

  I steal scents from strangers, skins skirting a sense of someone else like flowers sent to the wrong address and thoughts lean towards intense, fragrances on the less familiar that feel more personal than these perfumed impostors pilfering my past, more a fancy to my form than a complete composition of theirs, I can […]

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TO COME CURIOUS

  We take slow steps into the sweet water, watch the current caress the dark rock, the volcanic roar no longer rupturing, its rage now rocked to slumber by this single shore. I lose my shirt to time’s tide and this shimmering sand, I lift it up and feel the weight that washed over it […]

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