For Jill Clayburgh, In Memoriam By Diane Elayne Dees The image we will always remember: You, swirling and spinning throught the streets of New York, becoming the blue and yellow and orange. You looked excited, not afraid, not caring that... Continue Reading →
The Grief of Atalanta (For Kris N.) By Diane Elayne Dees Daughter of hunters, Atalanta knows survival. Daughter of bears, Atalanta knows hibernation. Daughter of man and woman, Atalanta knows expectations. Sister of many, Atlanta knows abandonment. Born to run,... Continue Reading →
The Recital By Diane Elayne Dees You danced on the patio, bending to shadows sprawled on the lawn by apple trees gleaming gold in the New England dusk. The second movement of The New World Symphony coaxed Duncanesque grace from... Continue Reading →
Wearing Thin By Diane Elayne Dees Endless Contract Negotiations Wearing Thin on Drew Brees Front page headline, New Orleans Times-Picayune Endless crime wears thin on residents and tourists. The man shot dead while holding his baby outside the Bayou Boogaloo... Continue Reading →
Making Scones By Diane Elayne Dees Chopping raisins is punishment called a chore. The sticky blade will not cut. Chop, run water, wipe. Chop, run water, wipe. Not small enough, my mother says. Not fast enough. The tiny kitchen is... Continue Reading →
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