Friday, August 25, 2017

New Poems

I have two poems up--one about my ovaries--yay!!--and one about a rather feminist Cinderella, at Rag Queen Review.  Be sure to check out the fabulous poems by Alessandra Bava and Sarah Nichols.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

The Indianapolis Review

I've got a poem in the brand spanking new journal The Indianapolis Review.  It's a gorgeous journal with fabulous artwork, a conversation with Adrian Matejka, and other poems by really fantastic poets.  One really nice thing that happened:  someone happened to really like my line "peonies that could fill bras" and drew an amazing and beautiful rendition of that image and shared it with me on Facebook!  How cool is that?!?

Sunday, July 9, 2017

Crab Creek Review Finalist!

I'm very excited to share that my poem, "Self-Portrait as Seven Deadly Sins," is a finalist in the poetry contest at Crab Creek Review!  Diane Seuss was the contest judge and wrote very nice things about my poem as well as the winner and other finalist that you can read here.  I absolutely adore this journal and am so pleased to be part of it.  You should get a subscription to the magazine so you can read the wonderful work they publish. 

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

My "Self-Portrait as Tide Pool" is up at a very new journal, The Curve.  I'm super excited to be the first featured poet!  Hope you enjoy. 

Friday, June 2, 2017

God Comes Over

I have three new poems up at Calamus Journal and you can read how God comes over to clean my house here.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

The Johnson Girls



My new chapbook, The Johnson Girls, is now available for purchasing.  The poem that's available to read has its last line chopped off, unfortunately.  So you should buy the chapbook to find out how it's suppose to read!!!

Did I mention my maiden name was Johnson?  And that my sisters and I drove a white Monte Carlo everywhere?  You should read these poems.  :)

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Donika Kelly's Poem for April 1st

Love Poem:  Chimera


I thought myself lion and serpent. Thought
myself body enough for two, for we.
Found comfort in never being lonely.

What burst from my back, from my bones, what lived
along the ridge from crown to crown, from mane
to forked tongue beneath the skin. What clamor

we made in birthing. What hiss and rumble
at the splitting, at the horns and beard,
at the glottal bleat. What bridges our back.

What strong neck, what bright eye. What menagerie
are we. What we've made of ourselves.


from Bestiary.  Donika Kelly

Math Woes

You can read all about my math woes in this new poem here at Whale Road Review .  And read all the other fabulous poems!