Diana's Writing Blog

Her presence stretches back into my earliest years, peppering my memories with white hair and crumpled tissue paper skin. Now she sits, worn and feeble at our kitchen table, lost in memory. Sometimes she seems to be little more than a wraith, a ghost, talking out the bits and pieces of her life, repeating them [...]

Boards moan in the dark Pale forms at the edge of sight Cold sweat on the skin

Overwhelming awe Overpowering terror Frozen in my place Unable to look away Destruction consumes my gaze

The voice stalks her through the trees The wind begins to wail Sobbing, desperately she flees She stumbles, falling to her knees The forest begins to flail The voice stalks her through the trees Shadows menace in the breeze She continues, cold and pale Sobbing, desperately she flees The falling rain begins to freeze The [...]

I leave the light on For me. I clean, Do the laundry, the dishes, Take out the garbage. I call home. How long does it take To boil water? What temperature do you Wash towels at? I can use cat litter To get my car unstuck? I play music. I fill the house With sound. [...]

Thick layers of fresh snow Appear overnight, flopping Onto unsuspecting cars And freshly plowed roads. Road signs stand with blindfolds Of mischievous, slushy snow, Clinging and chuckling, Making all roads equal In their anonymity. Windows are free of ice On the outside, but someohw Laced with stubborn, unreachable Paper thing ice on the inside.

I like to drive On deserted back roads that are cracked And frayed at the edges, Like the pages of a beloved book. Roads that are so old that time and nature Have ground them back into the earth, Breaking them down in places, Reducing them Back to their basic components, undoing What man has [...]