You lie in the bowl, not to bite into life, not to spray juice into air or bounce off branches rolling the distance. Your bruises and sores are the color of fawn but your face is ruddy keeping up the parody of stout life. Stay intact — days come in metal pails, mornings steeped red. … Continue reading Apples
by Diana Cole
Mornings I place them by the open window close to air and light freshly watered freshly changed. I unfold the sheets and eyes follow me as sun- flowers follow after light. Some drift up to touch. Some fall open. Petals slacken like seaweed at ebb tide. I’ve seen them blanch as lichen whitens stone and … Continue reading Yellow Daisies,
by Diana Cole
Diana Cole’s poem Though I Walk, set for double chorus by Thomas Stumpf, was selected by the Pharos Music Project and performed in New York City. Other poems have appeared in numerous journals including Blueline, Avocet, Off the Coast, The Christian Century, The Tipton Poetry Journal, Slipstream, Poetry East, and Spillway. In 2011 she … Continue reading Diana Cole
