Donna Dallas

If this is the Apocalypse

I should pretend I am dying
have one month left to soak this all in
I noticed we have a family of doves
that bathe in a rain pool from morning storms

Fascinating
that we have so many trees to covet us I see my husband
has a beard now
my children are home and there is
laughter opening up all the dusty corners
of this house
yesterday I was bored and angry

That was before the world was on fire with disease
and madness
today we walk with the dog to the beach
shimmer together in the sunset
each day warms us closer

We need
minimal distance
like closing a gap of natural space
souls draw nearer and nearer to
a familiar well
desire becomes the feel of ourselves
within the other
to share soft thoughts each day is a vine that
entwines us


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. Lately, she is found in Horror Sleaze Trash, Beatnik Cowboy and Zombie Logic among many other publications. She recently published a novel, Death Sisters, with Alien Buddha Press. She currently serves on the editorial team for Red Fez.

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