Donna Dallas |
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The May Editor's Pick Poet is Donna Dallas Please feel free to email Donna at: nickidallasinc@aol.com |
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HOWLERS Behind our house AND THEN THERE WERE NONE I hear the voices from the SPECTOR When we were bored of staring into sockets |
Donna Dallas has two voices inside of her. One is the voice of reason, calm and consistent. The other is 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, she lays confessions, dreams and wishes down and calls it as she had seen it—or wanted to see it. Whether it be a vision or a real event, this all folds into the telling of the story, her story perhaps, or someone else’s. She leaves it up to you to decipher what is your piece and what is hers. When she is not jaunting to the underworld of words, Donna is traveling, living and breathing and anything she sees or feels will be transposed onto paper, so beware…she wants to write everything. When she is not traveling the globe or writing all your shit, she is balls to the wall working and raising a family, which is the most humbling of responsibilities. When she is not scorned, she is published, thankfully in The Horror Zine as well as Anti-Heroin Chic, Thirteen Myna Birds, Red Fez, The Opiate and Quail Bell Magazine, and many others.
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