• For Walt Whitman

    Poets to come! orators, singers, musicians to come! Not today is to justify me and answer what I am for. But you, a new brood, native, athletic, continental, greater than before known, Arouse! for you must justify me….I am a man who, sauntering along without fully stopping, turns a casual look upon you and then […]

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  • the quiet current rages below

    stillness, the stillnessa new silence that descendsin darknessand space, spacethat moves among usinvisibilityit is the uneaten foodthe empty platethe unused shoesthe too big bedthe listless clothes unwornthat hang on one side of the closetthe wife, now widowedthe husband without wifethe unanswered questionsthe where of Godthe words unspokenthe love that still livesendlesslythe stillness, the stillness© diane […] Continue reading

  • Blue water

    long missed always the sounds low and longing calls of gulls circling high overhead steady crunching beneath my feet a faint roar. drawing closer to the slate blue haze more distinct now honking of geese moving slowly across the sand as night drifts in it’s louder now, the water, leaping and lunging curling up and […] Continue reading

  • dead prayers to a man god

    the night is the worst empty arms and outdoors is blue-black, like a bruise Like the bruise you gave me when you slammed the door in my face your empty promises of return reverberating like so much empty clanging of bells The bells, the bells of church ringing a God I do not know who […] Continue reading

About Me

poet, diarist, writer, teacher, woman, fragile, strong, northern life is my domicile, my barbaric yawp exudes against the tide