Between the lines and through the lens…
Ghost clouds gather over an ice-cold ocean of marble we cannot break through. Maybe there is something deeper within its depths that we have missed. All breath is naked. Movement has been muffed. The air rigid. Nothing left to cover up. I blush under your absence or do I blush before […]
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All photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
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In Space is the silence so sacred that stillness is a solace to the spinning? Are star lights like dainty daisies that illuminate the night? Is the earth but a beacon of beauty when viewed from afar, so far that you cannot hear Man and his kind screaming? All words by Damien B. […]
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There is a beauty within this space, a creation considered to compliment the concrete, you can leave if you like by the stairs or you can rest for a while on the seat. There is a soul within these veins, a creation connected to more than the carcass, you can leave if you like […]
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I wake up to the stillness, to the stillness of the silence, to the stillness of the silence beneath the shadows, to the stillness of the silence beneath the shadows in your absence, still so present within all this emptiness and then I realise how much more room there is to breath. All Words and […]
Read More…Parted from the inhuman heights of the heavens, We dwell deep, deep down In what we’ve shaped Into the final spoils Of Planet Earth, Lost amid our own All-consuming desire To rise up and stand out. We are funny creatures Of spiraling arms And spindly legs, Equally drawn and repelled By each other’s tastes and […]
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