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North State Public Radio – Dianna Henning Reading
Dianna Henning Reading on North State Public Radio. What Her Grandmother’s Teeth Said As They Sat on the Nightstand in a Cold Glass of Water.
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Missing You
Missing You a poem by Dianna Henning – Published in “The Power of the Feminine Vol II”.
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Window Magic
A doe stretches
to reach the topmost
leaves as she strips
our Mock Orange bush,
nose wet as a dew-
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To Nuance or Not to Nuance
The men I worked with at Folsom Prison,
walk single line
down the knife of night,
their eyes averted,
their blue jeans baggy -
New Publication – Rucksacks For The Leaf Cat
Dianna Henning‘s Rucksacks for the Leaf Cat is a rucksack filled with treasures for poetry lovers. We find something for every mood.
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A Passionate Pilgrimage
Conference Paper, 20th Century Literature Conference – University of Louisville – 1990
As dedicated and occasionally as inspiring a poet as Russia’s Anna Akhmatova or this country’s Louise Bogan, is Argentina’s Alfonsina Storni who has been overlooked by English speaking translators and critics. The dynamics of male/female tensions are keenly evident in Stornie’s poems.
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The day my fallopian tubes asked me to play hopscotch
The fire carries on with the logs.
Clearly there’s something going on between them.Like when we first met and harvested each other,
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In the Collage of My Mind I’m a Simple Design
The years are rapt birds,
trilling their delight,no salt on their tongues
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Yeats Essay
In an unpublished lecture on “Modern Ireland,” Yeats wrote: “And style, whether of life or literature, comes, I think, from excess, from something over and above utility which wrings the heart.” Yeast’s proclivity for writing was derived from his obsessive concern with time, with how quickly it catapults one into old age.
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Already
Touch me in the night of my body.
Where the wind can’t get in.
Where the flowers are layered rose petals.
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The Fish Hatchery
My but we were lovely, captives
and all. Each day the witch
would dress us up. She was keeping us
for herself.
