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. She has just published her novel, "Death Sisters," with Alien Buddha Press, and currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.
About Donna Dallas
There are two voices within me. One is the voice of reason, calm and consistency. The other, the voice of fantasy and macabre with a stubbornly wild imagination. When the two voices cross over and greet, well, we have what is called a mind-carnival. Where the ground opens up and there are angels and imps and everything in between that can shatter as well as birth life to paper. At the musing point, I lay visions, dreams and wishes down and I call it as I had seen it -- or desired to see it.
When I am not jaunting to the underworld of words, I am travelling and anything I see or feel, will be transposed onto paper so beware ... I want to write everything. When I'm not trekking the globe, I'm balls to the wall working and raising a family, which is the most humbling of responsibilities. When I'm not scorned, I'm published, often enough and thankfully in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy, Cajun Mutt Press, The Opiate, Horror Zine, Anti-Heroin Chic, Burning House and Red Fez Journal, where I serve on the editorial team for poetry submissions.
Books by Donna Dallas
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God-Orb — poem unrhymed
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. Most recently she is found in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic, Beatnik Cowboy and Horror Zine among many other publications. She has just published her novel, "Death Sisters," with Alien Buddha Press, and currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.
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Woman — poem unrhymed
"...There are no more secrets..."
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Deep Thinkers — poem unrhymed
"Ever wonder who they are..."
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Bedtime Stories — poem unrhymed
"...he seeks deep thought conversations..."
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Fuel Cell — poem unrhymed
"...I don't want to be your constant bad dream..."
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Storm Residue — poem unrhymed
"...that day after that terrible storm faded..."
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Rites of Passage — poem unrhymed
"...not for ponderers nor slackers..."
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Loveless — poem unrhymed
"...the world a knot you could never unravel..."
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As We Waited for Chris — poem unrhymed
"...the strongest trees bend with the wind under the silent moon..."
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Hunger — poem unrhymed
"...though nothing’s ever wanted her in the way she envisioned..."
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My Familiar Concubine — poem unrhymed
"...I try to stand steady ..."