GAS: Poetry, Art and Music: Small Press History: Zen Sutherland/Mockersatz/1980s

GAS: Poetry, Art and Music: Small Press History: Zen Sutherland/Mockersatz/1980s:   BE: When and why did you start Mockersatz?  What was your day job at the time? zS: I got started in the early ‘80s as a poet submitting ...

GAS: Poetry, Art and Music: SHOOTOUT AT THE POETRY FACTORY by Lawrence Barrett...

GAS: Poetry, Art and Music: SHOOTOUT AT THE POETRY FACTORY by Lawrence Barrett...:   Available on Amazon Once I started reading Shootout At The Poetry Factory , I was thrown aback by the honesty with which this book was w...

Setu �� सेतु: Western Voices: Donna Snyder

Setu �� सेतु: Western Voices: Donna Snyder: Bio: Donna Snyder founded the Tumblewords Project in 1995 and continues to organize its free weekly workshops and other events. Her poetry...

The Rye Whiskey Review : No Hope Bar. By Donna Snyder

The Rye Whiskey Review : No Hope Bar. By Donna Snyder: Sadness becomes the predictable outcome. Because joy is ephemeral, we deny ourselves. Others borrow love for a day or two, drop it...

My new book The Tongue Has Its Secrets

NeoPoiesis Press has released my collection of poetry,  The Tongue Has Its Secrets.

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The Vagina Gun: Dream Drum by Jennifer C. McCarthy

The Vagina Gun: Dream Drum by Jennifer C. McCarthy

DARK BLOG: Boltzmann's Brain - Donna J Snyder

DARK BLOG: Boltzmann's Brain - Donna J Snyder: thought invents other then self surpasses time's illusion self's illusion time’s arrow only a construct a concession to psychology...

The Girl God : And the Congregation Said... By Poet On Watch

The Girl God : And the Congregation Said... By Poet On Watch: Talk not of wasted affection, but remember the mornings, remember the sweetness of that honey talk that pours into everything, reme...

Lance Strate's Blog Time Passing: Thunderation!

Lance Strate's Blog Time Passing: Thunderation!: So, I know what you're going to say, that I've been holding out on you. And it's true. I have. It's been almost four months...

embrujada by Donna Snyder

My poem, embrujada, won the Rock the Chair challenge for the Yellow Chair Review and will be published in their August 2015 issue.  This is substantially the same poem with minor changes.

embrujada featured at the Yellow Chair Review's Rock the Chair

embrujada

she seeks truth in a boy’s flesh
he has none
nothing promised
nothing given
nothing subtle nor redemptive
a flame between her eyes
fire at the tip of a spotted nose
burning bush splinters and ash
disconsolate night gives birth to fate

ancient house of cactus and brick
she howls there in the shadows
a starved dog on a hot night
dystopic present tense here to stay
decay accumulates with every breath
nothing borrowed and nothing new
honest blues buried in the back yard
a stone grave
a brass bowl
an angel carved from a dead tree
her self caught in retro porn chic
no satisfaction to be had
grace and wisdom another myth

the only truth found in a drunk tattoo
ugly monkey
frog beauty
frantic ache
sad tequila spit of rain across her face
language no more her gorgeous cloud
no mermaid symphony
no siren song
no wild sweet echoing in the dusk
gentle oasis gone dry too damned fast
warm flesh now snow cold soon old
a foul shadow left behind to tantalize
time chained and drunk in a pine cave
the universe dancing to night’s song

public domain image found in Wiki related to the Greek Goddess Nyx
La Nuit by William Adolphe Bouguere

Fwd: Poem of the Day: One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII

Why does this have to come today, as if to mock me? My favorite poet, the power of his love poems, enter my home in the night, electronic reminders that passion and desire are no longer my provenance, long since decayed in a cemetery's dry earth, with no grass or trees, here where the sun brings death, not breath. 

The mail, Neruda, the world sing in unison, You are alive in a world that does not love you, does not know how or why you should be loved. My escape route littered by empty pill bottles, stumbling, I follow footprints of callous children and disloyal dogs into limbo. The devil has taken residence in the body of a Welsh witch who finds no satisfaction. Chamisa in flames grows the desert. Dust and ashes fill my mouth.

Poem of the Day One Hundred Love Sonnets XVII by Pablo Neruda

TNBBC's The Next Best Book Blog: The Page 69 Test: Bombyonder

TNBBC's The Next Best Book Blog: The Page 69 Test: Bombyonder: The Page 69 Test  is not mine. It has been around since 2007, asking authors to compare page 69 against the meat of the actual story it is a...

Your Words a String of Drunken Pearls by Donna Snyder

Your Words a String of Drunken Pearls by Donna Snyder

La Bloga: my review of Valentín Sandoval's South Sun Rises

La Bloga: Valentín Sandoval's South Sun Rises: By Guest Blogger Donna Snyder Valentín Sandoval is a true son of the frontera, this US/Mexico borderland of the Juárez and El Paso a...

Your Words a String of Drunken Pearls published in Boston Poetry Magazine with five more of my poems

https://bostonpoetry.wordpress.com/2015/01/11/your-words-a-string-of-drunken-pearls/

The Gypsy Art Show: Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal by Don...

The Gypsy Art Show: Poemas ante el Catafalco: Grief and Renewal by Don...: Cover art by Victor Hernández Donna Snyder has carved out quite a name for herself in El Paso and far beyond.   I first met her...

Carcinogenic Poetry: Donna J. Snyder - Two Poems

Two poems published September 8, 2014 in Carcinogenic Poetry



Carcinogenic Poetry: Donna J. Snyder - Two Poems: Shortest Distance Between Two Points Fragments of photographs on the page A walk along an uncharted path The shortest distance bet...

raw poetry by donna snyder

La Bloga: Interview with Xánath Caraza on her poetry and fic...

La Bloga: Interview with Xánath Caraza on her poetry and fic...: _Conjuro_ (Mammoth Publications, 2012) Amelia M.L. Montes:   Saludos Xánath!   Muchisimas gracias for being with La Bloga tod...

Deborah Harvey : The Red Dress of Poetry ...: Sex Or An Iconic Song?

Deborah Harvey : The Red Dress of Poetry ...: Sex Or An Iconic Song?: The lovely Jarvis Cocker on absolute and emotional/psychological truth in writing.