DARK LIGHT, PART 2; THE FALL

  I whisper into wakefulness, the body stirs before the brain, the blood before belief, I curl into colder corners of the covers to encourage skin to come round as sound slips in just before the sight, light pours into eyelids slowly opening, toes slip out to inspect the season but the soul knows the […]

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JOURNEYS, PART 9; ONCE, UPON A SUMMER

  It was summer stock and season of blondes; darker tones bleached to an inch of white, at first so fair and fragile, translucent tracks tethered to nothing more than temporary teases, interval acts pitching and playing and parting before the important performers took their permanent positions. I was high on a hiccup of happiness […]

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A SHIFT TO THE SEASON

    Another oldie as we drift to the end of another season… — It happens, now and then, That slight shift in the season, A new light, a different dusk, A gentle breeze that brushes you Into remembering a moment in the memory, A time, once far removed, Now returned, repeated, relived And there […]

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A WHITER SNOW

As the sun still blazes through the shades pulled low, I found this older poem recalling the sentiment of another season… — I saw you, One morning, Blanketed in white- A speckled canvas of virgin purity, All color lost out To a simpler shade of simplicity. No more that magnificent mass Of contrast and contradiction, […]

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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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A HOLD TO FLOAT ON

  We catch cords  like lungs lunge  towards the air, as if we would be   nothing   without something  to hold on to.  All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

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