Thoughts swirl, never landing.
I cannot quite metabolize
The All of it.
I wrote and I write
I reviewed and reworded and
I rewrote yet again.
And so I must admit
This poem is a proxy.
But this, I state for the record:
I believe that
Hope must flourish;
Love must win.
Poet, writer, photographer and slightly distracted day-dreamer who muses on (gestures at everything) from the petty to the profound. On a semi-serious, fully earnest search for meaning in the mayhem. Perimenopausal, melanin-deprived, irony-enhanced recovering perfectionist Type A+ millennial woman. She balances the ever-continuing quest to Know Better/Do Better, with the distinct ego-death of parenting a smart, full-throated child who was raised to know the power of her voice. Mothering a teen means catching a side-eye in almost every interaction. Diana navigates the minutiae of everyday life through seeking the magical in the mundane. Follow along and laugh with her as the world flames out!
