From the Northeast Kingdom When the black bearskin hung from the treelike a rug drying on the clothesline, the hunter recounted how he started an…
"Poetry is the Music of the Soul..." --Voltaire
Author: dhenning
Rhubarb Season A rooster crowed at the firststrike of light, awaking the stonechild who held her own child, and was herselfa child. In England, the…
Dianna Henning – email: gammonmackinnon@diannahenning.com, PO Box 184, Janesville, CA 96114 Founder/Facilitator of Thompson Peak Writer’s Workshop in Janesville, CA Area-Coordinator for California Poets in…
“All Winter I Remained With the Dead,” “How Many Times Mayakovsky,” and “Black-capped Chickadees” by Dianna MacKinnon Henning appeared in Issue 19 and can be read here.
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The Leaf Cat If you stare at something long enough it assumes a life all its own.Even the wind carries a child in a rucksack.The…
Mother once told me my wakefulness tookup an entire floor—that’s why I house myself in the woods. Allthe tree knows of cover is moss. All…
When my husband caught the trapped hummingbird and freed it from the screened-in porch, his big hands, a woven bird’s nest, a few fingers opened…
I am reading a book loaned to me by a very old woman. Her hands are on the pages and they are slipping into mine;…
Fugue I wish I could tell you more about the man bent over the drawing of his daughters Sofi and Sonia, how like Saint Bartholomew…
Hawai’i Pacific Review, 2006 First he showed him how to hold the cleaver, where to make the best cut,…