Life is Here
Under the soft mulch
between blades of sprouting grass
I sift through the branches
peel the bark back
I can smell the melting frost
like blood pulsing
through the veins of this forest
under the sap
where creatures crawl
over sudden death and its
afterbirth of decay
it’s a birth slap like first breath
with layers of organisms
cradling my cries
I glimpse the sun full on
at dawn
mothering me like a magnet
to pull me in
to its red breast
along with all the forest’s aliveness
out of winter’s grasp
Nightscape
As the Big Dipper pours constellations
into the Little Dipper
stars seep into oceans and dreamscapes
like flurries of forever
the Little Dipper continues to catch
all our yesterdays
Somewhere now
we are together
somewhere yesterday three kings
followed the North Star
sometime tomorrow
we will become each other's ghost
When I think I can see it
the big and little guys up there
they pour into tomorrow
which will soon again
be yesterday
Donna Dallas has appeared in a plethora of journals, most recently Beatnik Cowboy, Horror Sleaze Trash and Fevers of the Mind. She is the author of Death Sisters, published by Alien Buddha Press. She has two chapbooks, Smoke and Mirrors and Megalodon. Donna has served on the editorial team of Red Fez and NYQ.
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