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 →
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