Troubled Window A poem by Diane Elayne Dees Troubled Window When my home alarm beeped, I saw a message—my problem, it said, was “troubled window.” The concept of a troubled window was new to me, but the glass— a bay window—is,... Continue Reading →
My Ex and I Empty the Storage Unit A poem by Diane Elayne Dees My Ex and I Empty the Storage UnitAcross the street from a graveyard,the building, with its rows of dark greenvaults, reminds me of a morgue.Inside our space,... Continue Reading →
Conundrum A poem by Diane Elayne Dees Conundrum In my house, dishes are carefully stacked, glasses ordered on shelves; cleaning cloths, batteries, supplements, and laundry supplies rest in multi-colored crates. Delicate collections reside dust-free in shelters with glass doors. In my house,... Continue Reading →
The Final Divide A poem by Diane Elayne Dees The Final Divide Tables and lamps were hauled away, crystal and jewelry sold, bank accounts drained, photographs banished from sight.Meanwhile, in the attic, two crumbling boxes of Christmas tree ornaments remained. Months... Continue Reading →
Unanswered Question - A Poem by Diane Elayne Dees
Lost In Space The space between not wanting to live and not wanting to die is an amorphous island which you alone inhabit. The coastline shifts, the waves crash just when you think they should recede. The space is like... Continue Reading →
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