Jolts
There
are no first
words
no sounds
there
is only
black
when I
feel
that
hurt
that
crater
deep
cut
from
long
ago
carved its
way up
my spine
into my
head
back to
the beginning
of the
word
hurt
where
it was born
in me
a
silent birth
left
alone in the
body
to
fester
Donna Dallas
Donna Dallas
Donna Dallas studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was
lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York
Quarterly. I’m most recently found in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic,
Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Zine among many other publications. I have just
published my novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. I currently serve
on the editorial team for Red Fez. I was published prior in Burning House
Press.
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Poetry
Love the variation on an old theme. Timeless, really.
ReplyDeleteIn less capable hands this would have fell flat, instead you have given new life to a recurring theme in art.
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