Such a Green Blue Eye Such a green blue eye this eye that sees the face of death Such a perfect pitched ear that hears its plaintive breath Such a tender skin that crawls when prickled by its touch Such a cleaved heart that beats too quickly and too much
The Soldier's Fear I think I know the soldier's fear, who wonders with each breath which member of her troops will next be visited with death. Bombs explode volcanic, bullets zing ahead. No time to hesitate at graves, no dirges for the dead. Bodies strewn about like leaves the only rite she sees, and grief itself is just one more among the casualties.
Mariana Mcdonald’s poetry has appeared in Crab Orchard Review, Lunch Ticket, The New Verse News, Les Femmes Folles, Southern Women’s Review, We Are Antifa, Poetry in Flight/Poesía en Vuelo, Fables of the Eco-future, Stone Sea and Sky, and Anthology of Southern Poets: Georgia, among others. She lives in Atlanta.
Grand Little Things 